TWITL – week thirteen – warmer days

I hope everyone had a lovely Easter Sunday. Mine was spent watching a bit of baseball, finishing up a book then reading a rather dated romance novel (even though it was written in the late ’90s).

Farmers Market

Saturday was our fun day of the weekend. We woke up early enough for the farmers market! We had breakfast sandwiches and I had mimosas. I bought some kettle corn for him, as well as a couple of croissants. Whenever we do the farmers market, I always feel so lucky for the moment of contentment. It’s a lovely thing.

aisle of books

We headed to Barnes and Noble after the farmers market and it was so oddly lovely walking around the store and looking at different books. They changed the layout of the store to be more open, which wasn’t a bad thing. I ended up with a little blank book and another book to read.

second dose done!
me after my second dose!

Got my second dose of the COVID-19 vaccine on Monday. I took some Tylenol at bedtime and was fine the next day. My arm was sore for a couple of days and did not really have any other reactions to the shot. Thank goodness!


The Irregulars – (Netflix) – I definitely enjoyed this show. Loved the paranormal bend and that Holmes and Watson were not the main characters. And lo, the diverse casting was very cool as well and I appreciated that in the world of the show, it wasn’t a weird thing to have diversity in the population. I would wholeheartedly recommend the show.

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier – (Disney+) – I like this show but I’m as anxious for new episodes as much as I was for WandaVision. I’m not sure why I feel differently this time around but it might just be because they’re two different shows. I will say that I do like looking forward to new episodes every week. Is it nostalgia for the “old days” of network shows that dropped episodes weekly?

How do I categorize someone I knew mostly “of” but not personally? I was scrolling through Facebook early in the week and found out someone I’d known had died. It made me stop and remember him as the young teenager who would visit my next door neighbor. I don’t really remember him in high school but that’s because he was older and we definitely did not hang out in the same crowd. I’d see him again around the turn of the century when he was seeing a family friend. Soon after that, he was arrested and consequently convicted and sentenced to prison. It sounds like he worked hard to rehabilitate himself while in prison and hoped to contribute in a positive manner to society. Thinking about him and his death was enough to make me pause about life in general. Did he find peace? Did the people he hurt find closure? What does this melancholy I feel mean? Am I sad for the teenager I remembered? Am I sad for the man I glimpsed before his actions caught up with him? Maybe I’m just sad that he wasn’t able to make amends or at least try…

wandering in Barnes and Noble

Wash your hands, wear your mask, keep your distance, and get the vaccine when it’s your turn!