Okay, okay, okay. I know this is cheating, kind of. Can a WHOLE streaming service be a comfort watch?
I think we all know the answer to that is yes.
I mean, it’s DISNEY. All the princess movies are on there, almost all of the Marvel movies and cartoons, almost all of the DCOMs (Disney Channel Original Movies), a bunch of movies you probably forgot that you watched as a kid, and a bunch of Star Wars stuff. Plus, Hamilton! (Also, National Geographic, if you’re into that kind of stuff.)
A friend in a group text, describing her quest to find something to watch on TV
I think my friend’s quote perfectly sums up what many of us need during uncertain and troubling times such as a global pandemic. I tend to lean more toward joy because I want to laugh or at least not be stressed out by what I’m watching. But sometimes when the world is overwhelming, I also need justice. I need to know that the good guys are going to win and the bad guys are going to lose, and during the pandemic, I have found that nothing has filled my need for justice like watching Columbo.
I could not for the life of me figure out what to write about for this year’s Blogging from A to Z Challenge, though I got some very good suggestions from friends (bucket list, books, pop culture, things you would want on a deserted island). I didn’t want to rehash topics I have done before, but I also couldn’t think of new topics either–or enough things to fill the topic suggestions. Everything just seemed so overwhelming, and I realized that all I wanted to do was NOT and just sit on the couch and watch TV or something and then *boom* my topic was so obvious: comfort watches and reads for these here pandemic times. This topic also seemed like a good fit because last year I did devote one of my blog posts to book recommendations, so this seems like the perfect time to do a blend of books and visual media as well as a deep dive into why I would recommend the things I do.
One of the other struggles I had with the suggested topics was that I couldn’t come up with anything for A. When I was doing some light journaling to figure out what I might write about for comfort watches/reads that would start with A–because SERIOUSLY WHAT ON EARTH STARTS WITH A–my brain literally went “Anne of Green Gables, duh,” and honestly, if it could pull the perfection that is Anne of Green Gables out of the ether, then the rest of the challenge is going to have to be easy breezy, right?
I like to think so.
“Akilah,” you may be thinking, “when you say Anne of Green Gables, are you talking about the fantastic book by L. M. Montgomery or the fantastic movie starring Megan Follows?”
There I was, up at 1 a.m. doing who knows what (scrolling a social media site, most likely) when my phone lit up with a notification. It was one of my co-workers sharing that the communications person from our school had just sent out information about available vaccines.
My last four books have been for grown ups and I have read only two YA books so far this year (out of ten total books). Who have I become? I don’t even recognize myself anymore.
There’s not much to report around these here parts. I’ve been working and watching TV and that’s about it. I did finish Judas and the Black Messiah this weekend. Oh, and Schitt’s Creek finally but other than that…I got nothing. Okay, that isn’t entirely true, but I am trying this new thing where I don’t cram everything into one blog post a week.
Anyway, here are the two books I read since my last update:
Solutions and Other Problems by Allie Brosh
Rating: 4.5 out of 5.
I think what I’m trying to describe is loneliness.
You know I have tried to write this post a bunch of times and a bunch of different ways, so I think I am going to stop trying to be profound and deep and just be honest.
One year ago today I started social distancing in earnest, a day before I believe the statewide Safer-at-Home lockdown began. There are a lot of things I miss about The Before Times. I miss going to the gym and the movies and hanging out with friends. I miss seeing my students in an actual classroom and going places other than the store.
I was texting with a friend of mine today and asked her what her favorite color is. I felt like, I said, I didn’t know what hers was, but I felt it was something I should know. That led to a long back and forth about favorite colors and how we both had multiple faves, but also had quite a few conditions on our feelings on colors. Some examples:
She has a favorite genre of colors (jewel tones)
There’s only one shade of red she likes but the rest make her mad
Green is fine–depending on how it’s used
Then I had to chime in with my colors and how there are colors I like in general, colors I like in my home, and colors I wear even if I don’t like them. More specifically:
There’s a light shade of purple I love, but it looks horrible on me so doesn’t love me back
I look awesome in red, which I don’t love but wear anyway because it clearly loves me
I also look great in orange (see red above)
Teal is great all around
I love black and white prints that are more white than black
I also love gray and gray/white prints but don’t wear them so you’ll find those plus the aforementioned shade of purple in my home (also teal and black/white prints!)
So what did we learn? There are colors we like to look at and wish we could wear, colors we wear but don’t particularly care for, and colors in our homes because we either can’t wear them or we can wear them and just really like them.
This would be a good time to share a picture of something in my home, so here’s a gray and white ottoman I have along with a teal TV stand. The Rokumote cover is turquoise and the tray is gray with different shades of blue (so, you know, same energy).
I didn’t post last week because I didn’t finish any books and then about halfway through the week I was like, “Okay, but that has literally never stopped you before???” And I seriously don’t know what I was thinking but it was so ridiculous that I had to tell you all.
I mean, it’s certainly not like other stuff didn’t happen. So here’s a list because honestly my brain is kind of mush.
1. I finally got DDR–yes, Dance Dance Revolution–for my Xbox, so have been playing it almost every day. The thing about DDR is that the songs are the most important and the Xbox has the worst options for songs, I swear. They only have one DDR game with a good tracklist. All of the other ones have weird Japanese songs with NO BEAT. My daughter was watching me play, and I kept missing the arrows and she asked me “Does the pad not work?” and I was like, “No, these dumb songs have no beat.” The proof is that I did just fine on both “Dancing Machine” and “Conga.” So anyway, I need a PlayStation to get a version of the game with a better tracklist.
I did, of course, buy the version with the good tracklist and have been crushing those songs, thank you very much. But only on basic because that’s just who I am.
2. My daughter went back to campus for spring semester. She’s doing well.
My daughter’s shoulder has been giving her a lot of grief. Or rather, she kept complaining about shoulder pain. “This bed,” she would say. “It’s this bed.”
So, finally, after listening to her complain about her bed for almost a year–and more importantly, after she started taking muscle relaxers to deal with the pain in her shoulder–I asked her, “Do you want a new mattress?”
Now, I know a year is a long time to wait to ask that, but part of that is because (1) it seemed to be off and on, especially after she came back from the monastery where she was sleeping on the floor; (2) the mattress isn’t that old–only about three years; (3) everybody else who has slept on the mattress loves it; (4) my daughter is leaving to go back to Florida in a week. I think both of us kept thinking about the mattress problem as temporary, especially with her going back to school. In fact, after my daughter said no to the mattress because she was leaving for school in (then) three weeks, I had to point out that was true but also, she would be back here for breaks and the problem would still exist. She resisted a little while longer, arguing that she was fine as long as she did yoga every day, but, finally, after about three more days or so of trying to thug it out, she finally relented and agreed, so off to the mattress store we went.