week two of the new normal

Alrite.

How’s it going.

(To quote Karl Pilkington, for any of my readers who are fans!)

Our second week of isolation is going well. I’m back into a good groove with my home office and Miss L has set up with me to do her online classwork. (Huge props to our school district for a quick move to online learning- they’re doing super cool things with Google Classroom assignments and keeping kids connected via Hangouts and video conferencing a couple times a week!) She has also been keeping us well supplied with baked goods from a cookbook for kids that my folks got her for Christmas- she’s made brownies from scratch and chocolate chip cookies this week.

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Emmett has been our faithful home office companion and we call him out unpaid intern for as much time as he spends hanging out with us at our work table.

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Although our governor has issued an official stay-home order, Brandon was deemed an essential employee by the company he is doing work for, so has to go into his workplace every day. He’s been a trooper about it but I know it causes him a lot of personal and ethical conflict and concern. We’re trying to take extra good care of him.

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The weather has been nice (for Michigan) the last couple of days, with mild temperatures and sun. Brandon got Miss L’s bike out yesterday and we went for a walk while she rode. It was amazing how many people were out – hanging out in their driveways, on porches, doing some early yardwork, walking their dogs. Everyone maintained wide berth from each other but it was very reassuring to have some contact, waving and calling hello, sharing gratitude about the sunshine.

I only want to knit in simple, mindless, meditational garter stitch so I’ve pulled out the log cabin blanket I started a couple of years ago.

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I hope you are all well and experiencing similar moments of goodwill and gratitude wherever you are, amidst all the worry and strain. xo

working from home

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I’ve been putting off this post all week, making the excuse that I’m getting used to “the new normal”, being at home, trying to set up a new routine, be productive, be upbeat, be calm, be responsive. The truth is I just don’t know what I have to offer at this point that’s any different than what all of us are experiencing. We’re all scared, mad, anxious, confused, worried, and I’m no different. I’m scared of the empty shelves at the grocery store and worried about my family and my friends and myself. I’m worried who will take care of my daughter and my pets if I get sick. I’m worried about my company’s ability to weather this. I worry about my girl, her physical and mental health during this scary time, and my parents and Brandon who is still out there every day doing his normal job.

I’m mad that some days it feels like I’m carrying that burden all by myself.

I don’t have a “but then I realize…” triumphant recovery paragraph to come after that.

The only thing I really know is that I am not alone. I hear the same cracking tone in my colleagues voices over our teleconferences, admitting that they can’t watch the news, admitting that their kids are freaking out with cabin fever, and they’re not the best at homeschooling and trying to get the reports out on time.

All I can do is keep checking in on the people I love and who love me, try to be prepared but not panicked, be willing to share and offer support and whatever supplies I might have to spare. Keep showing up to my little home office with my unpaid feline interns. And be full of gratitude for my extreme privilege, which so far has kept these things as worrisome spectors and not tragic realities.

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I do believe that people have the ability to be their best in a crisis and there’s no one in history I admire more than the Londoners during the Blitz huddling underground at night during bombing raids and then getting up to carry on with their days and their families and their jobs. If this is my London Blitz then I want to be like I imagine they were.

Anyway, that’s all I have for now. Next time I will come back with a stiff upper lip and some knitting, some running, and another report. Be well and take care of yourselves and others and keep in touch. xo

the curse of interesting times

I totally blew Show Us Your Books this week but I wanted to share the below. If you’re into graphic novels, I devoured these last month and can highly recommend them. The art is gorgeous and even though I’m not sure I completely followed the plot, I loved them (and actually ordered the collection on Amazon so I can own them myself).

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We hit almost sixty degrees here in Southeast Michigan last week so I got some muddy spring running in (and then bought new running shoes as my old Brooks were then well and truly trashed).

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I was voter #38 at my precinct on Tuesday and while my first choice candidate wasn’t a winner, I am still very optimistic about the overall turnout and the fact that two important local initiatives passed – one related to a school bond proposal and the other, a millage renewal for the Detroit Institute of Arts.

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So…how is everyone doing?

Personally, I’m swinging between feeling concerned & wanting to be educated about the corona virus and being utterly annoyed at the mass hysteria. Every talking head on our evening news is on the virus train (live at Costco to show every Tom Dick and Karen with their massive carts full of paper towels and gallons of water). Opening Facebook is an exercise in seeing every armchair expert sharing their views or freaking out that we’re on the verge of societal collapse or wondering how they’re going to handle it if their kids don’t have school. I’ve promised myself that I am not posting anything on Facebook related to the virus unless I have something personal or factual to share.

This is my blog, though, so I’m not adhering to those rules – ha.

I feel generally prepared. I am not hoarding, but I stocked my freezer & pantry with some extra food in case of a home quarantine and I’ve already discussed my toilet paper stocks. I’m working from home today, as my company is stress-testing our remote networks to make sure they can support a working-from-home population. Being in the legal department, I’m privy to some behind-the-scenes discussions about how to handle our corporate response to the pandemic and while of course those are not for dissemination unless and until they are needed, suffice it to say that I’m pleased and impressed by our company views on keeping employees safe, healthy, calm, and productive.

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sarge is ready to quarantine

That said, what comes next? These are interesting times and all we can do is look at countries who are ahead of us in the curve and try to extrapolate. I think it’s realistic to expect that schools may close for awhile (all public universities in Michigan have suspended in-person instruction and have moved to online for various lengths of time) and we may be asked to home quarantine for some period of time. We will see what happens but by all means, let’s stay calm, be prepared, and support our brothers and sisters.

mostly about toilet paper

Ugh. I hate that I’m about to write about this. But for the last week I’ve been listening to the doomsday prepping engineers who sit outside my office and now I want to talk about corona virus but then again I don’t want to talk about corona virus because I think it’s been blown way out of proportion.

I’ve been too busy with regular life to worry much, but one of my colleagues came into work the other day and said that there were long lines at a local big box store waiting for the guy on the crane to pull down the pallets of Charmin from the very top shelf.

I told myself I wasn’t going to contribute to this nonsense but after I heard that I had a minor panic attack and ordered an obscene amount of toilet paper for immediate delivery. (forehead smack) Now I’m ashamed of myself but somewhat relieved that if we have to shelter in home for awhile we can do it with toilet paper.

(Even writing that down sounds ridiculous.)

I think it’s important to be knowledgeable and prepared, but equally important to remain calm and not panic and hoard. I’m trying to adhere to the more common sense suggestions: Wash your hands. Stay home if you don’t feel well. Don’t buy face masks; let health care workers have them. Have a bit of extra food in your freezer just in case.

In other news, I had my hair cut and taxes done this week, and watched Miss L at her middle school band concert. I still haven’t ramped up much with my running but I heard a red-winged blackbird in the reeds the other morning which always makes me excited for spring runs!

I hope you are all doing well and not stressing about the news reports. xo

emmett certainly isn’t stressful

which is mostly about knitting

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I cast off on my New Year’s socks and am proud to reveal them as the “Lost Cathedral” socks, following on my fondness for the literary. These are named after “Chimes of a Lost Cathedral” by Janet Fitch.

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They are Raveled but I can tell you that I used Wendy’s Toe-Up Sock Pattern and the yarn is Six and Seven Fiber Alfalfa in the “Avonlea” colorway. As soon as they were off the needles, they were on my feet, and friends, this yarn is wonderful. It’s very warm, soft, and not a bit itchy. I plan on taking my mother to Wool and Honey the next time I’m up north so she can pick a color and I can knit her a pair – it is my new favorite sock yarn. My only grievance is that I did not cast off as loosely as I should on one cuff so it takes a bit of finagling to get it on but once it’s on, it’s fine, and I knit them a bit shorter than I usually do, as well.

My next knitting item for discussion is the Pink Memories sweater which I’ve been chunking away at for almost a year now. Friends, I need a stiff drink to tell you this, but after finishing the ribbing, I now think I have to frog it back to mid-chest.

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You probably can’t see it as well in this picture, but I realized a fair way through that I had messed up the garter stitch just under the breast (I did two rows of purl which makes a strange compressed line instead of a normal garter stitch). Before that, there was a knot tie join in one of the skeins and it of course ended up on the front of the sweater with scraggly ends. I also dropped a stitch or did something wonky to one of the yoke-shaping stitches which makes it look gappy and strange. I thought I could live with these errors but I have realized that I simply can’t. I don’t want to wear my first sweater and constantly be self-conscious that everyone can see a strange bust line and a gaping stitch and a weird yarn join right in the front and think “yeah, I can tell she knitted that thing herself…”

…I think I have to tear it back and try to salvage what I can or entirely start over.

I know it will be worth it when it’s done – it’s a great pattern and beautiful yarn – but it’s a hard pill to swallow and I’ve been absorbing myself in all sorts of other little tasks to avoid tackling this painful process. I’m hoping it will now be finished and ready to wear for winter 2021.

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The kiddo had a snow day today which was utterly ridiculous. It’s been such a mild winter that there haven’t  been many snow days and I think everyone just so badly wanted a day that they pounced – our district called it before the first flake even fell. Now at noon, there is MAYBE a wet inch on the ground and bare pavement still to be seen. Miss L is thrilled, off with her neighborhood friends to enjoy it (although I doubt there’s even enough for a sad snowman), and I’m working from home with my three faithful four-legged colleagues, Emmett, Sarge, and Josie, and catching up on some blogging on my lunch hour.

I’m not going to argue that a day to downshift hasn’t been appreciated. It’s been a busy couple of weeks with Miss L’s play rehearsals, school tasks, dance classes and now Girl Scout Cookie season in full swing. Miss L has been finishing up picking up and delivering cookies, we had a booth last weekend and two more this weekend.

In other news, I have a new favorite toy. I finally made good on my promise to get a trail cam – I got this one from Amazon. (Note: you’ll see a preponderance of five star reviews which may sway you that it’s the best thing since sliced bread – caveat emptor that inside the packaging, the savvy seller promised an Amazon gift card to everyone who left a five star review. That said, although the feedback is probably more flattering than what I would dispense, it’s been a good little camera for the price.) As a result – meet Paczki the yard possum. (For you non-Michiganders, it’s pronounced “Poonchkey” and it is a very popular Fat Tuesday bakery item and the best ones come from Poland or, if you can’t get your hands on a pack of those, then definitely Hamtramck – the pastries not the possums).

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I’m catching up on a lot of NPR Fresh Air episodes via podcast and they reviewed an album by jazz guitarist Jeff Parker which I had to get. Post title is from the first track, featuring vocals by his daughter Ruby Parker, and the lyrics seem fitting for a faux snow-day.

“everyone moves / like they’ve someplace to go / build a nest and watch the world / go by slow. / A wise one told me / they were disconsolate; / there are no trapdoors / if you believe in fate.”

 

2020 Betsie Bay Frozen 5k Race Recap

The Betsie Bay Frozen 5k started as a friends-only race one Saturday in February and has grown to 200-250 participants with great raffle prizes and a charitable component. It’s one of my favorite running events because of the small-town feel and the totally unpredictable Northern Michigan weather! This is my third (non-consecutive) year running it; one year was a solid, somewhat calm 28 degrees, one year was almost 50 and sunny, and this year was 21 with a 9-degree wind chill and strong gusts off Lake Michigan. You have to dress appropriately!

Race headquarters is the VFW in downtown Frankfort, a block from the Lake Michigan shore. Once you’ve checked in and gotten your bib and t-shirt (this year day-Glo orange), you get on a schoolbus and they trek you down Main Street, across M22 over the Betsie River, through downtown Elberta and up the bluff to the Lake Michigan overlook. It’s always a fun time to chat up other participants and pet some dogs. Up on the exposed, wintry bluff, you wait for the air horn to signal you to run back to the VFW. The event organizers set a start date of 10AM but anyone who has run it before knows that this is just a vague guideline. It takes a lot of organizing to get 200 people on school buses and this year we shivered on top of that bluff for what felt like a loooong time before the air horn went off at around 10:20. Miss L and my folks were parked in Frankfort along Main Street and kept me updated on what they saw across the bay – “There’s a school bus just sitting there…there’s two buses coming your way….both buses are going up the hill…”

There was a lot of snow on the ground and many runners were wearing Yak Trax, which I don’t have, but despite the steep downhill for the first quarter mile, I didn’t have any real issues with footing. The first mile to M22 felt considerably warmer out of the wind, although it took a bit for my feet to feel like anything other than frozen blocks clomping down the road. M22 had a nice tailwind, but the turn down Main Street in Frankfort meant we picked up the headwind off Lake Michigan again, strong and icy. It took my breath away and my eyes were streaming.The footing was also considerably more treacherous, with deep snow and slush. I passed my folks & Miss L and there were waves all around and I really wanted to just climb in the car with them. But I kept going, took a walk break to catch my breath, and finished.

Watch Time: 33:11, 10:42/ave

Official Time: 33:07, 10:41/ave

Which makes it not only my slowest time in this race, but my slowest time for any 5k in recent memory. I note this, but honestly, it doesn’t bother me. I’ve essentially been off for January and February, due to a sudden vitriolic hatred of the treadmill at work, and I likely won’t start running again regularly until I can get back outside with safe footing and longer, brighter days. So finishing in the time I did and with only one walk break is totally acceptable.

It was a whirlwind weekend for me as I was back in the car Sunday for the long drive back downstate – Miss L gets a couple of additional days up north with my folks as she’s on winter break. We checked out the cold and windy beach, went sweatshirt-shopping at the Interlochen Student Store, and had burgers at Dinghy’s in Frankfort. I would have liked to have stayed longer, but I’m hoarding my vacation for longer visits in the summer and fall. And even a short time in my happy place is time well spent!

there are never enough i love you’s

Hi all, just wanted to check in quickly to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day! I am heading up north with Miss L for a weekend with my parents and to run one of my favorite 5k’s on Saturday morning. I’m packing warm running clothes, a hot water bottle, sweatpants, some knitting projects and books. Since the New Year, work has been somewhat stressful, so having even a long weekend for a quick reset / getaway feels huge.

Brandon is working hard, so can’t go with us, but we’re not big V-day celebrants anyway – we don’t spend a lot of money, we just exchange cards and small things to make each other smile.

I will be back early next week with a race recap and hopefully a finished knitting object – I’m closing in on the pair of socks I started last month. In the meantime, keep your feet warm and dry and be well! xo

show us your books! january reads

It feels like I’ve had a lot of books in the fire this month (that was a strange half-metaphor that I should probably go back and delete and reword but I’m guessing you guys know what I mean) but my stats are disappointingly low when I go back to recap. Never mind. There were a couple of good ones that I can’t wait to tell you about!

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The Chestnut Man by Søren Sveistrup was a Nordic thriller and I love a good Nordic thriller especially in the middle of winter. Sveistrup is the man behind the Danish show “The Killing” – I didn’t watch the Danish original, but I really enjoyed the American version starring Mireille Enos and Joel Kinnaman. Chestnut Man follows two seemingly mismatched detectives tracking a serial killer and although I didn’t like it quite as much as other thrillers I’ve read, I was hooked until the big reveal at the end (which I didn’t see coming). I would definitely read more by this author about these characters.

The Dark Angel by Elly Griffiths – yes, yes, another Ruth Galloway mystery but now I’m caught up in the series with no more to read or write about until there’s a new offering. In this most recent, Ruth takes a trip to Italy to help consult with a colleague about some Roman remains (and temporarily escape her complicated relationship with local police officer DCI Nelson who is her daughter Kate’s father). As always, the mix of history, archaeology, a charming protagonist in Dr Ruth Galloway, and a thorny love story makes this series a total winner in my book.

The Five by Hallie Rubenhold is my starred review this month. I confess to being a bit of a Ripperologist so when I bought this on my Kindle I thought I was in for another assessment of Jack and yet another opinion on his identity. However, Jack the Ripper is really a marginal character, as much as he can be – the book is an intensely researched, thorough, and sympathetic deep dive into the lives of his canonical five victims. These women are rarely considered, but reading about their tragic lives in Victorian England and how they have been viewed (and disparaged) made me realize they aren’t simply the victims of a deranged serial killer, they are truly victims of the society in which they were born women. Rubenhold reconstructs the terrible reality of misogyny, poverty, domestic abuse and addiction that these women experienced, in most cases trying to take care of an ever-growing number of children (see below) on paltry earnings. It can be no surprise that these demands resulted in alcoholism, divorce or death, and left them and their children at risk, in and out of slums and workhouses. Although the press coverage (both then and now) describes them as prostitutes, except for one, they were not in fact sex workers by trade. What they were was poor, abused, homeless, and addicted. History has done these women a grievous disservice and Rubenhold’s book is a long overdue revelation about our collective instinct to blame and forget the victim while turning the perpetrator into a celebrity.

“A woman’s entire function was to support men, and if the roles of their male family members were to support the roles and needs of men wealthier than them, then the women at the bottom were driven like piles deeper and harder into the ground in order to bear the weight of everyone else’s demands. A woman’s role was to produce children and to raise them, but because rudimentary contraception and published information about birth control was made virtually unavailable to the poor, they…had no real means of managing the size of their families or preventing an inevitable backslide into financial hardship. The inability to break this cycle – and to better their own prospects and those of their children – would have been soul crushing, but borne with resignation.” – Hallie Rubenhold, “The Five”

Inspired: Slaying Giants, Walking on Water, and Loving the Bible Again by Rachel Held Evans may have been my starred review if I hadn’t read The Five. Brandon and I have divergent belief systems – he is a committed Christian and I am an agnostic – and we frequently discuss the nature of faith. I am perplexed by his ability to see the Bible as a sacred text and believe, unquestioningly, in it (at least, the New Testament); he is perplexed and somewhat sad that I can’t, although he is very non-judgmental. This book really brought me closer to understanding the upside of Christianity. Rachel Held Evans was born into a conservative Christian family but left the evangelical church after years of struggling with what she saw as its exclusionary and judgemental views. The very reasons that she left the church are the reasons why I am not a Christian. Sadly, Ms. Evans died at age 37 from illness but left behind several works questioning and researching Christianity. From the New York Times: “Her congregation was online, and her Twitter feed became her church, a gathering place for thousands to question, find safety in their doubts and learn to believe in new ways. Her work became the hub for a diaspora. She brought together once-disparate progressive, post-evangelical groups and hosted conferences to try to include nonwhite and sexual minorities, many of whom felt ostracized by the churches of their youth. She wrote four popular books, which wrestled with evangelicalism and the patriarchy of her conservative Christian upbringing, and documented her transition to a mainline Christian identity, which moved away from biblical literalism toward affirmation of L.G.B.T. people.

And this month I have a bonus audiobook- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern. I read a lot of criticism about this book, with many reviewers disliking it as meandering and incomprehensible and at worst, pointless. While I don’t think I totally understood it all, and it could have benefited from some editing, I enjoyed listening to it. Her writing is so detailed and the worlds she builds so compelling that I could see myself in every scene even if it was a dollhouse full of bees the size of cats on a sea of confetti. I wish there could have been more from my favorite character Kat – knitter, secret-diary-writer – but all in all it made my dark wintry commutes fly by.

Whew!! Kind of a deep SUYB this month but all good stuff. Can’t wait to see what you’ve gotten into!

Life According to Steph

 

and if it snows that stretch down south won’t ever stand the strain

So long, January, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.

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When we last visited, I was in the dank pit of seasonal grumpiness…but now January is over and somehow we all survived. February can be tough, too, but it’s a shorter month, the days are becoming incrementally longer, and hopefully there will be a bit more sunshine than we’ve had recently. A girl can dream.

No one else in the house except for the cats have had the same January doldrums as I have (and they’re doing better now that their Prozac has been refilled). Brandon built shelves for our master closet and painted the upstairs hallway and rehung all of my family pictures in that hallway, all on the weekends even though he works long days during the week and has a long commute, too. All I ever want to do on weekends is take naps. Miss L, too, has been a tiny dynamo. She auditioned for her middle school play, she’s auditioned for a small scholarship to a wonderful fine arts summer camp for her flute, she continues three hours a week of dance, and altogether she is a beam of bright light and enthusiasm and fearlessness. I could not be more proud of her.

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I’m knitting away on my traditional New Year socks, which are usually just a simple sock recipe and usually get named after a book. (Last year’s was Killing Commendatore  by Murakami.) While I knit, we’re watching His Dark Materials on HBO and after we’re done, I’ll have Miss L watch the feature length film version, Golden Compass, with Daniel Craig and Nicole Kidman. In general I  like the HBO version better, although I just can’t with Lin-Manuel Miranda as Lee Scoresby. Lee in my head is always a Carradine.

So this is January, done and dusted. I did great with meal planning in January, and tried some new recipes that will continue into our rotations. I love the cast iron skillet and cookbook, and I tried a couple of crockpot recipes from Pinterest that made Miss L’s dance days easier. I also did very well with waking up earlier / getting to work earlier; a good habit to continue in February and once it starts getting lighter earlier, I hope to add some morning walks / runs into my weekly schedule, weather permitting.
Looking ahead to February, I hope to run more and be outside more; I have one of my favorite small races, the Betsie Bay Frozen 5k. I also want to hit the gym at least once a week for weight training. I want to drink more matcha green tea lattes. I struggled with the no-spend January, so I’m going to push myself to do better in February, although we are buying a rug and a chair for the den and maybe a runner for the newly painted upstairs hallway. One of the things I splurged on in January that was specifically on my “no spend” list was yarn – sigh – I have a problem. I got this colorway from Etsy after seeing this post. So once the New Year’s socks are finished, named, and unveiled, I’ll be casting on.

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I hope you are all proud of yourselves for making it through January even if you didn’t struggle as much as I did (and I hope you didn’t). I look forward to hearing more about my blog and vlog friends’ February plans and projects, books and shows and podcasts and passions, and lives in general. Be well and exercise self care and maybe pet some dogs or cats and stay hydrated and my mom says D3 is good and it’s always good to create some art with pencils or paint or yarn or words or your camera or your voice.
xo Happy February!

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