Fair. I’m really curious about the one woman who was either invited and participated, or felt she should have been invited and was snubbed. They’re a bit more nouveau riche so they may not have been invited due to their ‘newness’.   

I’m from Philly. I guess Mummers are the public drunkenness version of VP.

yes, they did mention it. It began my weird fascination with trying to find someone from St. Louis who knew about it or had participated and get them to explain it to me. They won’t and it’s very disappointing. 

I have wanted to know more about this for years. Every so often at work we get people who are from St. Louis and I ask them to try to explain it to me and THEY WON’T. ‘oh, it’s just a ball’.

I had the back one done when I was a wee kiddo and it was just also one giant hive like yours based on a few bad reactions. I was NOT a happy kiddo.

I had a superintendent once who took away our chairs at our job because one time an employee didn’t stand up immediately when the superintendent walked in.

The place I used to go to yoga is doing outdoor, restorative yoga with mats 6 feet apart. That’s maybe the only way I’d do it, but I still wouldn’t. Because I’m not messing and it’s not dire and I can do that in my home. But it does seem the lowest risk option. 

I was thrust back into the dating world not too long ago after last having dated in the analog age.

That’s some bullshit love bombing there. Dude knew exactly what he was doing and has probably done it before and is practiced at it to the point where it would have been hard for you to notice that this was going on during the early bits.

Oh that sucks. I had an assigned bereavement social worker that came to me once a month for essentially therapy. I’m not super good at therapy because my WASP upbringing means you don’t talk about your emotions. But she was helpful in providing me at least confirmation that everything was ‘normal’. 

As you have experienced, grief is a weird terrible thing that makes very little actual sense and is very individualized. And it’s entirely possible that your mother’s experience isn’t at all what I’m talking about. But it sounds like it a bit.

I’m hoping that now that the city has issued a mandatory mask wearing rule, they have to abide.

I can’t say anything about dealing with a widow, but as a widow—she’s trying to fill her time so she doesn’t feel anything. The only reason I got through the first five months of that experience was because I had a hoard of friends and family who essentially showed up in some weird unplanned schedule and filled my…

I’m watching Professor Marston and the Wonder Women and very much enjoying it. I’m jealous of the one character/real life person for being the daughter of a prominent suffragist and the niece of Margaret Sanger. What a family tree!

It’s so weird, since my site was SO aggressive about getting us shut down in March, one of the first part of the system to do so. Now they won’t fight the Washington office which of course, has to bow to Cheeto and his narcissistic whims. It’s so frustrating and such an about face. 

I was not, but I also had a seriously progressive history teacher and then became a historian, so my trajectory is not normal.

I moved last Saturday. It’s still a work in progress, but it’s almost done. I finally have a kitchen that has more than one outlet and more than 2 square feet of counter space. I have my own washer and dryer. It’s like being a real adult.

I’ve only once been in a Chuck E Cheese, many moons ago. But is/was one in the same complex as a restaurant I occasionally go to. I felt like I was going to acquire scabies simply by being in the same parking lot. 

I’m really wondering that. I don’t have kids, but I’ve gotten two IUDs and they spend an awful lot of time rooting around in there and probing and palpating and stuff and I’ve gotten told all sorts of entertaining things about where my uterus is and how my cervix looks, simply from that. For kids you think they’d be…

That happened to my friend! But he was in his mid 50s when he was informed after a skiing accident.