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My wife has written a really cool essay about video games, frustration, and hope.
I do not have nearly as much to say, but I did spend the morning planting crocus and daffodil bulbs in the front yard of our building, which in previous springs sprouted only wood chips, cigarette butts, and dog shit. I don't know that any of these flowers will come up this spring (despite the fertilizer I added the soil quality is, as you might imagine, terrible) any more than I know our horrifying political situation or the pandemic will be any closer to better by then.
But I planted the bulbs, and people walking by smiled at me under their masks. And now I'm gonna go phonebank for a bit.
<3
R
I do not have nearly as much to say, but I did spend the morning planting crocus and daffodil bulbs in the front yard of our building, which in previous springs sprouted only wood chips, cigarette butts, and dog shit. I don't know that any of these flowers will come up this spring (despite the fertilizer I added the soil quality is, as you might imagine, terrible) any more than I know our horrifying political situation or the pandemic will be any closer to better by then.
But I planted the bulbs, and people walking by smiled at me under their masks. And now I'm gonna go phonebank for a bit.
<3
R
