Monthly Archives: March 2020

Social Distancing (And Wal Mart Adventures)

How’s social distancing going? Today I broke my plastic hair-pin-lace loom by using too much force. Didn’t even know that was possible. I now have a quarter-finished scarf. 

Bethany decided I needed to get out of the apartment. (Actually, she decided we were out of chocolate and she wanted to go grocery shopping but she still doesn’t drive.) 

 So we went to Wal Mart.

On the bright side, the shelves are better stocked than they were. We saw toilet paper and hand soap. Still a lot of empty shelf space, though. 

It was surprisingly crowded. Wal Mart had signs everywhere encouraging  people to stand 6 feet apart and periodically made announcements over the speaker to tell people to go  home if sick and even if healthy, stay 6 feet apart. Which, lets face it, is nearly impossible in such crowded aisles. 

But it does lead to two extreme reactions in shoppers. The first type look horrified if you venture down the same aisle as them (even if on the other side of the aisle) and give you furtive glares every few seconds. The second type look amused at their daring in coming close to you. As soon as they break the 6 feet, they grin and look mischievous. 

I don’t know that either reaction is an improvement. 

Quarantine Book Club

My friend Hope and I decided to try and do a quarantine book club! We compared our currently reading and to-read shelves and came up with a few ideas. 

The thing is…I read too fast to make a very good book club person. She told me today she was thinking of giving up on the book we chose. I had to go to Goodreads to remember which book that was. Ah yes, What Remains of Me by Alison GaylinTwo stars, not very good. Lots of terrible characters. 

Thing is, that was six books ago for me. And possibly one of twelve books read since we decided to do a quarantine book club. (More or less. I don’t remember what day we officially started.) 

I’m not a slow enough reader to make a comfortable buddy reader. Or book club member. 

So we’ve come up with a new solution! I sent her a book I already read and loved. That way we can compare notes without the pressure of reading at the same time! If anyone wants to join us, we are starting with A Brazen Curiosity by Lynn Messina. 

I’m also in the middle of The Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith, Feed by M.T. Anderson, The Two Mrs. Abbots by D.E. Stevenson, and Oedipus at Colonus by Sophocles if any of those capture your fancy instead. Who knows for how long, though! 

Crazy Rich Asians Trilogy

It took me till 2 am last night but I did it. I finally finished the Crazy Rich Asians trilogy. 

Crazy Rich Asians (Crazy Rich Asians Trilogy): Kwan, Kevin ...

China Rich Girlfriend (Crazy Rich Asians Trilogy): Kwan, Kevin ...

Rich People Problems (Crazy Rich Asians Trilogy): Kwan, Kevin ...

I kind of feel like I deserve an award now. I’ve been reading the series for a year and though nominally its only 1,190 pages…it feels like ten times that. 

If you’ve seen the movie, you’ve got a slight taste of what the books are like. I’d say the first book was the best and the third one was a very satisfying ending. The middle one was sensory overload, and I didn’t even know you could get sensory overload from a book.

Have you read the Crazy Rich Asians trilogy or seen the movie? What are your thoughts?

Introducing Bethany to Pemberley Digital

Today Bethany finished reading Emma by Jane Austen. To celebrate, I planned to have us watch the BBC Emma miniseries. Alas, Amazon Prime no longer offers it or any other Emma movie for free. So, I decided the time had come to introduce her to one of my all-time favorite Emma spin-offs….Emma Approved.

She was…unimpressed. 

And I figured, okay, so maybe Emma is little more annoying than I remembered. But The Lizzie Bennet Diaries doesn’t disappoint! 

And it didn’t!

But Bethany was still unimpressed. 

So I pulled out my final card…Pemberley Digital’s imagining of Sanditon. 

And, yeah, okay, there is a reason that one bombed.

But Bethany wouldn’t have any of them! She just shrugged and said, “I guess I like Jane Austen for the Regency stuff.” 

Her loss. If you need me, I’ll be re-watching the masterpiece that is The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. 


I’m pumped full of antihistamine at the moment and nodding off at 7:45 PM so I’ll keep this post short and sweet: 

Thank you to all 414 followers of this blog. You make the difference between talking to myself and a community I get to engage with. The last three years have been a doozy, but I’m fortunate to have such an incredible group of people behind me. 

And to the 485 people who accessed my Thinking It Through: Life as a verbal processor post this year alone, I don’t understand why that post specifically took off but I appreciate your views. 

Thankful Thursday

I feel a little corny doing a thankful Thursday post, but I guess we could all use it. Things I’m thankful for:

  • How easily both my jobs transitioned online (especially the more I see about people being laid off or losing their jobs.)
  • How easily my schooling transitioned online.
  • The fact that I live in a big apartment (I’d be going crazy in a studio.)
  • The fact that I live with my sister (she hides in her room all day but at least I get some extrovert time.)
  • All my online friends (in high school all my friends were online, and I’m grateful for how easy it is to pick back up friendships that way.)
  • How packed my freezer is.
  • YouTube (because videos parodying famous songs and adding quarantine lyrics are GOLD right now.) 
  • My tax return (’cause that just arrived and I like $$$.)
  • The fact that I can hair-pin-lace while listening to my class lectures. 
  • Calls from relatives (HI GRANDMA!)
  • The fact that my friend and her husband have a bet on how many books I’ll read during quarantine ’cause that’s super incentivizing. (They only count since yesterday, though, so I’m at 2.)
  • All 399 followers of this blog.

My Snitchin’ Glasses

All law school lectures have officially moved online. The school uses Blackboard (like Google Hangouts but less fun.) It works well for the small, discussion-based classes; less so for big, lecture style ones. Professors expect cameras on and mics off. 

(My favorite situation came from my biggest class of 60+ students. The professor said, “If you cannot hear me, raise your hand.” Of course no one did. So he ignored all the pleas in the chat from students stating they couldn’t hear him because, after all, he did ask…)

Alas, already boring lecture-style classes do not improve when moved online. And the temptation to surf the web or do literally anything else while listening is so strong…

But I can’t. Because my glasses snitch on me. Presumably because of the way I angle my laptop and how I sit, when my camera is on, my glasses reflect whatever I am looking at. In lecture? You can see the slides. Flip over to Facebook? Suddenly my glasses reflect Facebook. Look at my phone? You can see it in my glasses

Realistically, what are the chances of the professor looking at my tiny camera when there are 60 other students and no reason for me to stand out? Minimal. But it doesn’t matter. My glasses keep me on the straight and narrow. And before you ask, it doesn’t help if I take them off. I can’t see well if I take them off. I already tried. 

Vindicating My Personal Library

I have decided that this forced quarantine is really an excellent vindication of my personal library. My family always judges me for buying more books. But do you know who now has enough reading material to last years of isolation? 

Me, that’s who. 

I’ve got fiction. I’ve got non-fiction. I’ve got poetry. I’ve got plays. I’ve got textbooks. I’ve got classic literature. I’ve got YA rom coms. I’ve got biograhies. I’ve got picture books. And I’ve got graphic novels. 

All in all, a most excellent library. I appreciate it very much. 

And that is absolutely why the first thing I will do when we’re allowed to leave our houses again is buy more books. 

Quarantine Shopping

I am, admittedly, an unfocused shopper on the best of days. Add the pressure of a possible weeks-long shut down and it doesn’t get any better. There is just so much added pressure! I start questioning everything. 

Like, do I need milk? Granted, Bethany and I never drink milk and usually get almond milk because regular milk spoils on us. But what if we need milk in the next two weeks? 

Or bread? We still haven’t finished the last loaf we got a month ago but…I mean, bread is a necessity, right? 

Eggs? I have lots of eggs. Maybe I need more eggs.

Canned beats? Those sound super important. Probably. 

Banana peppers? I don’t have any of those. 

Do I need baking goods? Bethany and I have never baked but maybe we need flour and sugar. You never know. 

Cheese? No such thing as too much cheese. 

Toilet paper? Nah, none of that available anyway.

What even are essential staples anyway? Pringles? French bread? Ice cream? 

Eventually, I just give up and just buy frozen pizza. 


Mixed Emotions

People keep asking how I’m doing with social distancing, usually trailing off with some version of, “You’re an extrovert, so it must be really hard…”

But to be honest, this past week wasn’t particularly hard on me. Oh, it was disappointing. I should be flying back from North Carolina right now. I’m sad that I did not get to see my friends, or travel, or do any other fun spring break stuff. 

Still, at the end of the day, a spring break spent reading is not a bad spring break. And that’s really what this past week felt like. Spring break. 

Today, however, as I begin gearing up for the rest of the semester online, I am starting to feel the pinch. It really hit me after I got an e-mail from one of my clubs, which concluded:

“Finally, best wishes to all the graduating 3Ls! We will miss you.”

It was such a shocking, anticlimactic goodbye after three years of being with these people. I don’t recall if we sent the previous two classes off with much pomp, but there were cards and best wishes and farewell dinners. 

It is starting to dawn on me that regardless of whether they end up having graduation or not, the pandemic means that all of us graduates (be it high school, law school, or college!) are concluding our academic careers on a terribly anticlimactic note. I think I might take the next few days to process the lack of ceremony and what it actually means. 

But you know what? I’ll be celebrating regardless! Because I. Will. Be. Freeeeeeee! At least until I plunge myself into a new adventure.