Exciting personal news: I believe I may have located my “sit bones”! The yoga instructor kept mentioning them, and until recently I thought that was her special word for “butt”—but, unless I am still mistaken but in a different way this time, I think I have discovered what she means, and it is Not Quite the butt! Or, like, it’s the butt, but not the way I would usually sit on my butt. And the reason it’s exciting is that it is a small development that makes some yoga stuff easier / work better, including sitting cross-legged, which I still can’t do easily, comfortably, or for long, but can do noticeably more easily, more comfortably, and longer with practice and WITH LOCATING (I think) MY SIT BONES! Or at least being in the NEIGHBORHOOD of my sit bones!

I have discovered that I don’t like anything the instructor refers to as “flow.” It seems to mean “doing the same set of poses over and over again, but too fast for me, so that I feel upset and frustrated and left behind, and also as if I am not doing ANY of the poses correctly, and also it’s boring.” I can see how, in the future, if later on I can do the poses easily and rapidly, it might feel meditative and nice to do them in a loop like that, but that is not where I am now. Right now I want to take plenty of time to get arranged in a position and do all the little adjustments to make it as right as I can make it, and then I want to stay there for awhile and “breathe into the upper back” or “feel that generous stretch in the trap” or whatever (don’t tell me what a “trap” is: I’m trying to learn from context, as with sit bones). Today I stopped a video halfway because we were doing a cobra-plank-downward-dog-lunge loop that was making me feel yucky and unhappy, and I switched to something for the neck and shoulders, which was really nice until she shared that someone she knows says that neck pain comes from “not seeing both sides of the situation.” Sigh.

There is just no way to adequately frontload “No, not outdoors at real games; no, not listening to games on the radio” in order to avoid those suggestions being made and doubled-down on, is there! I do understand: sometimes when someone says no to something but gives a reason that doesn’t click with me, it is almost irresistible to try to make them see it my way instead—worse than if they’d never mentioned what they didn’t want and why they didn’t want it! Anyway, I was telling the entire thing to Paul, and he went into the other room for awhile, and when he came back he said he had gotten us basic cable and now we can watch baseball on TV in the living room, and if we don’t like it / it’s not worth it / I can’t bear the price, we can cancel it.

I would like to tell you something that is bugging me about exercise videos: it’s when the instructor is using left/right the opposite of how it is for me, facing them. I need to MIRROR their actions, and at this point also need to hear the instructions, in order to know what to do. So if they are SHOWING their right arm crossing over to the left, for ME that is left arm crossing over to the right; but then they SAY right arm crossing over to the left, and I have to pick between the instructions my EYES are receiving and the instructions my EARS are receiving. And it’s hard to figure out a way around this, because SOMETIMES I am NOT facing the instructor, like when the exercise is done lying on one’s back, and then the instructor would have to remember NOT to swap left/right! So I don’t know what the fix is. It’s just something I wish to complain about.

We watched the newer (2014) version of Annie, the one with Jamie Foxx and Cameron Diaz, and I liked it MUCH MUCH BETTER than the older version (1982). I’d expected the children to enthusiastically agree, but they had mixed opinions: they liked some things about each version. I think for ME the newer version was cooler / funnier / less precious, and had cooler music, and I appreciated all the fun cameos (Mike Birbiglia! Ashton Kutcher! Mila Kunis! Michael J. Fox!) and little references to the older movie; but for the KIDS, the newer version was the DATED kind of cool, and Trying Too Hard To Be More Contemporary/Relatable (and was therefore Cringe), and they didn’t recognize the cameos, and they weren’t familiar enough with the plot to catch all the winks/nods to the older version.

The kids and I are finally making progress on choosing some summer plans and getting started on them! I know it’s already July. But one kid was still wrapping up virtual learning a couple weeks late, and then I wanted to give him a week or so of that NO OBLIGATIONS OR PLANS OF ANY KIND feeling, and so anyway we are getting going now.

First plan: We are watching musicals. It is a mad mix right now, because we are not being picky/organized about it, except that for the purposes of this project we are not considering cartoons-with-singing to be musicals. So we’re watching mostly movies that were made of successful stage musicals. First we watched My Fair Lady, which I have seen countless times, and I wondered if it would be too dated for the kids, but no: big hit.

Then we watched Rent (the one with Idina Menzel and Sarah Silverman). I’d seen Rent on stage, and it was a very mixed-abilities production, with a couple of cast members who seemed EXCEPTIONAL (Angel, Maureen) and the rest of them doing a lot of yell-singing and thrash-acting, so it was fun to see a different version. Angel and Maureen were good in the film version, too, though not as transcendent as in the stage production I saw; but everyone else in the film was better than the stage version, and much better singers, so that made up for it. Seeing it a second time, I could appreciate parts of it more, while also still feeling like a large part of the plot is. Um. Dumb. (When the guy is like “Oh, babe, you’re suffering/dying but I have GREAT NEWS for you: I finally wrote MY MEDIOCRE SONG!! Here, let me play it for you, tell me what you think” and gets his guitar out!!!! We SCREAMED.)

Next: Annie. The Carol Burnett version. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it, or maybe I saw part of it and didn’t like it and stopped watching it, because some of it was very familiar and some of it was utterly unfamiliar. I did not enjoy it, except for It’s the Hard Knock Life, which slaps. (I’m linking to my preferred version of the song, which is from the more modern movie with Cameron Diaz, which is also on our list to see.) A large part of it is that I am so heartily sick of the “Ug, an older woman still interested in men, how HILARIOUSLY GROSS!” trope. Also the “precocious precious special child” trope. And it felt like the people who made the movie were hoping to create The Next Shirley Temple, but it was the wrong era for that, so it didn’t work, and comes across as dated and odd. Fun to see Tim Curry and Bernadette Peters.

Then, for Independence Day, we watched Hamilton. I loved it. I had expected to at least LIKE it, because so many other people went so bonkers for it, but I loved it and definitely plan to make this a new 4th of July viewing tradition. The kids liked it somewhat less (though they DID like it) and had more trouble following what was going on. My grasp of history and historical details is Very Poor, so that wasn’t it; I had some trouble hearing/understanding lyrics, too, so that wasn’t it either. Well, we’re all interested in watching it again to get more out of it now that we know the gist. I spent some fun time on Wikipedia afterward looking up various people (the actors and also the people they portrayed) and finding out things about them (the actor who plays King George III also voices Kristoff in Frozen) (the Hamiltons actually had eight kids, not two like in the musical, and the oldest and youngest sons, born 20 years apart, were both named Philip; two of the daughters were named Eliza and Angelica) (Eliza’s sister Angelica also had eight kids and named two daughters Eliza(beth) and Angelica, AND had a Philip and an Alexander, which makes the whole “Oh dear, can I name my baby a name that is somewhat similar to the baby’s cousin’s name??” question we get all the time on the name blog seem even less important than usual).

That was more time than I’d intended to spend talking about the First Summer Plan.

Second summer plan: Baseball! None of us know anything about baseball, so I thought it might be fun to learn about something that is almost utterly foreign to us but is normal and familiar to almost everyone else. We could watch some games on TV to get used to it, and then maybe spend some time reading up on it or looking up Wikipedia articles on the players or following whatever caught our interest about it, and watching baseball-related movies, and then maybe we could actually go to a local game once we knew what we were seeing. I did some research, found what channel we needed to be on, found it was a free channel through our Roku; we got all set to watch, we clicked the button—and it made us do some sort of code verification, and then told us we did not have that channel through our cable provider. Which, what. We do not have cable, so I know we don’t have it through our cable provider, and that is why I looked for something we didn’t need cable for. But apparently that is not a thing that exists, so now I don’t know what to do. We are all discouraged. We USED to have cable, but finally we had only the VERY CHEAPEST AND MOST BASIC package (so that we could get PBS and, like, the news, and weather warnings, and presidential debates, and see the ball drop on New Year’s), and over the space of a few years the price of that service was raised from $11/month to well over $30/month, so we noped out and got an $800 TV antenna installed so we could watch all those free channels for free. Then right after that success story, we sold that house and moved. So I am despairing. I guess we need to start all over and get another expensive antenna (which will STILL pay for itself in just over two years’ worth of Very Cheapest and Most Basic cable), but I can’t face it. So I guess we will skip baseball for now. Maybe another summer.

(I asked about this on Twitter, and there were a lot of suggestions that we could go to local games, or listen to games on the radio. But…we don’t know anything about baseball yet! We need the good camera angles to show us where to look, and to zoom in on faces so we start to recognize players, and we need the replays, and we need the commentators to tell us what we’re seeing!—and we need to SEE it, while they’re commentating, because we don’t know anything about baseball yet, so we can’t imagine it in our heads while listening to the radio! And anyway I don’t in general enjoy the outdoors, or crowds, or figuring out parking! And we’ve found the thing where MLB posts a few select past games to watch for free, but we all agreed that did not appeal at all. We want to see, like, all Our Closest MLB Team’s games in real time, not a few already-over games between other MLB teams. I think this is just a problem with no work-around: we either need to pay a lot of money for something we’re only sort of interested in, or else we need to find a different summer project.)

Third summer plan: Baking! Not many of us are doing this. Elizabeth and William were both interested (they’ve already both made bread, and William made soft pretzels), and the plan was for them to do bake-offs, perhaps of things we had seen on The Great British Bake-Off, but then William bailed on the very first one. Elizabeth made a cake roll, chocolate with whipped-cream filling. I don’t know if she’ll keep going with it if William doesn’t. I am also doing a little bit of cookie-baking that might lead to more cookie-baking. I started by trying to find cookies that were good with Cadbury mini-eggs as the chocolate chips, but now I’m almost out of Cadbury mini-eggs, so that might be the end of it—or maybe I’ll start experimenting with another chocolate-chip alternative.

Fourth/fifth/sixth/etc. summer plan: We have a bunch of other things where only one or two or three of us were interested, and now we wait to see if anyone takes any action. For example, I am the only one interested in studying some of our recent presidents; but then at the end of my shift on Friday, I went to the Reagan section of the library to choose a book, and got overwhelmed and didn’t choose anything. For another example, ALL the kids are interested in learning ASL, but so far no one has made a move to START. For yet another example, we are all a little interested in a “learning swap,” where each of us teaches something we know to the others—but none of us has yet picked a thing to teach, or set anything up. For a final example, we were all kind of interested in watching some long-running show (maybe Buffy, or Grey’s Anatomy), but no one has yet picked a show or started watching it, and also, we’re already watching musicals.

My morning exercise routine, which was a mentally and physically necessary burden during the pandemic, has changed into something new now that I’m back to work. I get plenty of exercise at work, so I’m not MAKING myself do exercise at home anymore—but it’s turned into something I would almost say I “want” to do. I apologize for that. It’s not something I’d want to hear from someone else, either. Super irritating. But here are some of the WHYS, which I feel/hope make it a little less irritating: it’s because the exercise is now something I’m doing privately up in my room (continued gratitude to Sundry for this life-changing idea); and it’s because I am now doing exercise in order to address certain specific issues I’m having with my active job, and/or for mental health.

So, I am not looking for videos that are STRENUOUS or unpleasant to do. I don’t want to SWEAT. I want to feel mellow and good, and I want my body to be a little stronger / more flexible, and I want to do something toward preventing my active job from injuring my body, and I want to occasionally try something and discover that I can do something I didn’t think I would be able to do (and/or find I can do it more than I used to be able to). So sometimes I choose stretch-filled videos for back pain (here are a couple I’ve done numerous times: Yoga for Back Pain; Upper Back Love); or sometimes I choose a SHORT video to work on core strength (I mostly like this one: 12-Minute Core Conditioning); or maybe for variety I choose one called something like yoga for anxiety or yoga for stress; or sometimes I choose a video with more details about how exactly to do a particular pose, to help me with another video (I am STILL not sure I know how pigeon pose works). If I am doing a video and the instructor starts putting us through difficult and/or rapidly-changing poses and I can’t / don’t want to keep up, I opt out for that part, and I do just little versions of what she’s doing: if, for example, the instructor were doing full sit-ups with crossed arms, instead I would do little tiny partial lifts with my hands behind my head. If she’s doing planks moving rapidly into cobra and then arriving at downward dog while I am just finally getting myself into the plank, I just stay with the plank, and then move SLOWLY to cobra, and at some point I skip ahead and rejoin what the instructor is doing. I’m getting some of the exercise, but I’m getting the amount I want, and I don’t have to get frustrated. If I do the video again another day, and I feel like I want to try doing a little MORE like what she’s doing, I do a little more like what she’s doing; otherwise, I stick with my own littler/slower version. Or I lie on my yoga mat and breathe and think about the nice dream I had the night before. Or whatever. It’s CHOSEN time; I don’t HAVE to do it. I can skip or modify.

And it’s pretty cool to start out with a sore back that was kind of bothering me during the night, and then do a video, and then my back feels better. Or to do a short core video a few times, and then find that at work I’m already feeling those muscles kick in while I work. And some of the stretches I’ve learned from the videos are helpful to do at work if my back feels like it’s getting dicey, or after work if I come home feeling sore.

I don’t AT ALL do it every day. I have my alarm set for the time I have to get up if I’m just going to shower and dress and eat breakfast and check email without being rushed before work. If I wake up earlier, sometimes I will choose to go back to sleep, or just lounge around; other times I will think “Ooo. If I get up now, I’d have time to do that nice back-stretching video before work.” Or sometimes I will reach for my phone and play Candy Crush until I have to get up.

On days I don’t have work, I’ve started seeing that waking-up time as a (again, I apologize for talking about exercise this way) treat. I bring my laptop upstairs the night before. I wake up when I want to. Then I play Candy Crush in bed for a little while. Then I get up and change into my exercise clothes, which I am gradually making improvements to (switched to a tank top, which I owned ONLY to keep myself from buying any more tank tops, and now my t-shirt doesn’t fall oppressively over my face in downward dog). Maybe I do the short core yoga video and then think that’s all I want to do, and I go on to take a shower and get ready for the day. Or maybe my back is sore, and so I pick one of the back pain videos with all the nice stretches. Maybe I do BOTH the back one AND the core one. Meanwhile, for all of this I am ALONE IN MY ROOM, and there is that “day off from work!” feeling, and the feeling of doing what I want and taking my time getting into the day. Anyway it’s nice, and it’s a nice change from “UG now I HAVE TO go on a walk.”

Already I have a problem with that post title; let’s spend two paragraphs on that and then get to the main point. I’ve been unthinkingly using the term “co-ed” to mean…”girls and boys,” I guess, and I don’t even KNOW what would be a better and more inclusive and more accurate word. I’m not sure “mixed sleepovers” is clear enough. And maybe co-ed is fine! It’s just, I’m remembering how female students were sometimes referred to as “co-eds,” as if making something co-educational means “adding girls to a thing that is by default for boys,” and that is not a connotation I want to bring into the year 2021. But maybe there is no such connotation anymore, just as the word no longer has to refer to an educational context; and maybe “co-ed” easily and neatly includes people who are non-binary, and maybe there is no issue here—but if you know of a better adjective, I’d be grateful to hear it. Or maybe the solution is to remove the adjective, and just say “sleepovers,” but for this post I need a word that means “NOT ONLY GIRLS, AS THE SLEEPOVERS OF MY YOUTH WOULD HAVE BEEN WITHOUT QUESTION.”

(Just now I asked William, age 20 and a combined computer science / linguistics major, if he had any negative connotations with the adjective “co-ed,” and if he thought it excluded/included people who were non-binary, and he said he had no negative connotations and that he thought it could easily be inclusive, since it’s “co-,” which is together/with, and not “bi-” or “duo-” or anything else that means/implies two. So there is one single data point from The Youth.)

ANYWAY. Here is my issue: Elizabeth’s friend group includes boys and girls (and possibly also people who identify otherwise, but that has not yet been confided in me). They all turned 16 in the past year. Once they are all vaccinated, they would like to start having entire-group sleepovers. And it turns out, I have some Upbringing to work through on that!

Elizabeth has actually ALREADY BEEN to sleepovers that included boys, but it was A Particular Boy who has been in that other close neighborhood friend group (which occasionally invites others, as they did with Elizabeth a few times) since preschool. Leaving him out of things just because of his sex would have meant leaving out ONLY HIM, and no one wanted that. (Also, I suspect none of the parents wanted to try to draw the line between “He’s six years old so it’s fine to have him sleep over” and “He’s N years old so it is suddenly no longer fine, and Here’s Why.”) I didn’t know ahead of time that there would be A Boy at the sleepover, and Elizabeth was extremely shruggy/eye-rolly at my raised eyebrows when I picked her up afterward. (The attitude was “GAH, Mom, it’s not *huge sarcastic air quotes* ‘a BOY,’ it’s NOAH.”) Which left me thinking over what it was I thought was so inappropriate about having a boy there. Like, what EXACTLY. And finding I did not have a good, simple answer to that question, all I had was some mental flailing. Like: IT SEEMS LIKE IT’S NOT ALLOWED. …FOR SOME REASON.

Plus, thinking over the rules of my childhood all the way through to the rules at my Christian college, those were…extremely hetero-assumptive. No one even ASKED if we were heterosexual; we were all heterosexual by absolute default. Like, if I’d been interested in girls, I could have had girls in my room with the door locked EVERY DAY/NIGHT OF THE WEEK and there would have been no rule against that. (And in fact, looking back on it it’s PRETTY CLEAR to me that several pairs of roommates in my various college dorms were girlfriends living together.) So I’m looking for policies that make a SHARP TURN from that. And this is where I welcome chipping in, because…what policies DO make a sharp turn from that, other than not having policies?

Do you see what I mean? Any rules I make about WHO can sleep over, WHO can be in the room with the door closed, etc., have to take into account that my children have not yet confided in me what their own situations are, and I don’t wish to make assumptions. And furthermore, I’d like to have policies that don’t include the icky implication that any two people of theoretically-compatibly-attracted status will immediately start having sex if they’re allowed in a room with the door closed. I was pretty annoyed as a teenager that I was not allowed to have male friends in my room, as if there wasn’t any such thing as being “just friends” with a boy. (The explanation for that rule throughout the Christian community, including again my Christian college dorm experience, was that we should “avoid the appearance of evil.” Perhaps we should also avoid teaching children that sex = EVIL.)

But as soon as I try to customize something appropriate, I run into trouble. I start out so well: I think, “Well, what if we get to the TRUE GIST of it, and we say that the rule is that they are not allowed to have someone in their room if they’re…”—wait, how do I complete that sentence in a way that doesn’t feel stupid to say? “You can’t have a person in your room if you’re dating them, or if you might LIKE to date them”? Really, am I going to say those words? And is that actually a rule we want to make? Sometimes when I try to transfer the Christian parenting/school rules of my own upbringing to rules that stand on their own without God/Bible/religion, I find that there IS no transfer, and that the whole concept of the rule needs to be thrown out, and maybe that’s what’s happening in this case. Maybe my kids are allowed to have ANY peers in their rooms, and maybe it’s none of my business what the exact relationship is. Maybe sleepovers can be with WHATEVER friends they want to invite, and we don’t need to discuss what sex those friends are, because that doesn’t actually matter. (If as a teenager I’d had a co-ed sleepover that included even my actual boyfriend, I still wouldn’t have felt inclined to, like, make out with him IN FRONT OF THE GROUP, any more than I felt inclined to make out with him at the school lunch table, or when we went to the beach with a bunch of friends.) WHAT IS IT EXACTLY that I think is inappropriate about certain combinations of people (1) in bedrooms and/or (2) at night, and what part of that thinking needs to be tossed into the trash and which part is legitimate, I guess is a question here.

I was discussing this with Elizabeth, telling her that I was having trouble figuring out (1) if there needs to be rules and (2) if so, WHAT and also WHY, and she was very amused by the whole thing. At one point she said, “You do NOT need to worry about Caleb and Cameron!!” (the main two boys in her friend group) and I said, “No, I know, I’m NOT worried about Caleb and Cameron, I’m worried about…” and I absolutely trailed off, to the escalation of her amusement. I could not finish the sentence! What AM I worried about? Is it in fact NOTHING?

I got up this morning and made a bunch of phone calls, FINALLY, including one that necessitated another phone call, to our pediatrician’s terrible referrals clerk, who asks in a challenging, bet-you-can’t-answer-THIS-one tone for things most patients would not know (“What’s the NPI number?” “Is she also a specialist in X?”) and then acts as if she is literally unable to write the referral without ME PERSONALLY providing that information to her, even if I have successfully answered all her other questions (the practice’s address, phone, fax, email address; the doctor’s first name and last, and specialty). The previous holder of her job had no such trouble, asking just the doctor’s surname, the reason for the visit, the name of the practice, and the day of the appointment; sometimes she’d say “You don’t happen to have their fax number, do you?,” and if I said no, she’d say “No problem, I can find it!” She NEVER asked me for the NPI, presumably because THAT IS NOT SOMETHING PATIENTS GENERALLY KNOW. I look back wistfully upon those happy times.

With another call, a receptionist claimed she could not let me make an appointment for my over-18 child, because of HIPAA. I have gone through HIPAA training twice, and this is not a thing. With only a few exceptions, ANYONE can make an appointment (or refill a prescription, or pick up a prescription) for ANYONE: I can call and make an appointment for my mom, or for my spouse, or for a friend, or for an elderly client/neighbor, or, yes, for my 20-year-old child. HIPAA prevents information from going THE OTHER WAY: the receptionist/clerk may not tell ME anything about the person on whose behalf I’m acting (unless the person in question is my minor child, or unless the office/pharmacy has a document from the person saying it’s okay to tell me things): they may not tell me how long its been since the person’s last appointment, or what kind of appointment the person is due for, or what prescriptions the person is taking, or their recent test restuls. But I may tell the receptionist/clerk anything I want: I may say the type of appointment I’d like to make for the person; I may give the person’s full name and address and insurance information; I may tell the receptionist what the symptoms are or which prescriptions need to be renewed. And the receptionist may schedule the appointment / leave a note for the doctor to renew the prescriptions, without needing to go through any sort of vetting process to make sure I am authorized to make these requests. But I know the futility of arguing with someone who is trying to enforce a rule they didn’t make and think they are required to follow, so I gave up without protest.

I ALSO made a call I THOUGHT would be terrible, and certainly there is still time for this to turn (as with so many other insurance issues) into a long SERIES of frustrating calls—but at least my FIRST call went quickly and easily. Here was the situation, if you enjoy a little empathetic cringe: I had in my hands (1) a bill from my doctor and (2) a letter from my insurance company instructing me not to pay it. (The doctor had apparently asked for a certain type of bloodwork that was not covered under the doctor’s contract with the insurance provider.) I had to call the doctor’s billing department and explain this. (WHY IS THE PATIENT EVER EVER EVER USED AS A MESSENGER BETWEEN DOCTOR AND INSURANCE COMPANY???) And the person I talked to was just “SIGH it would be nice if they would tell US these things! Okay, I’ll take care of this, you should be all set, just call us back if you see anything else about it!” (But my guess is that when they opened the file they DID see that the insurance company HAD notified them; I don’t think they would have canceled it just because I said so. I think they send out the bills on purpose anyway, because a certain percentage of patients will accidentally pay them.)

This batch of calls reminded me how satisfying it was to have Rob make all his own calls before he left to stay with my parents: he was astonished by how LONG everything took, and by how one call could lead to SEVERAL MORE calls. It’s also satisfying to think that at some point all five children will be taking care of all of their own calls/appointments. That’s going to be even better than when they all started taking care of their own seat belts.

One of the many things I am enjoying about being back at my library paging job is that EVEN THOUGH I like the job, I STILL get to experience that delightful “Oh, yay, it’s Friday!”/”Oh, yay, a day off on Monday!” feeling. This happens even when I spend my day off wondering if I should text my supervisor and see if I can come in anyway because I am just itching to get back to my shelf-shifting project and am jealously wondering if my supervisor might have put one of the OTHER LIBRARY PAGES to work on it, NO, LEAVE IT FOR MEEEEEEEEEEE, IT IS MYYYYYYYYYYY PROJECT!!! (There is a sense in which Swistle is an excellent team-player, and another sense in which she the hell is not.)

Shelf-shifting is, as you might expect, when you shift books on the shelves. Sometimes it means moving them to an entirely new place; but more often, it means distributing them more evenly/sensibly among the shelves where they already reside. In a sense, shelf-shifting happens continually as we’re re-shelving: maybe this week’s new James Patterson book won’t fit on the twenty shelves his books are currently inhabiting, so I have to move another James Patterson book either one shelf back or one shelf forward to make room. But usually the term is used for a larger project, such as when an ENTIRE SECTION (e.g., all the large-print books) has gotten to the point where it no longer makes sense to do the little everyday shifts: you’d try to move one book to the next shelf, but in order to do that you’d have to move a book from that shelf to the next shelf, which would require moving one book from THAT shelf to the next shelf, and so on for ten shelves, just to make room for one book. SO THEN: my supervisor might ask me to shelf-shift an entire section. (Or, if I am at loose ends and have noticed an issue, I might shelf-shift a smaller area without being told.)

When I was presented with this type of task for the first time, I thought I wouldn’t like it: it seemed like boring manual labor. But I LOVE it. It’s so satisfying. You start by looking at all the shelves in the section, and estimating how many blank shelves there are total: like, that shelf is about 1/10th empty, that one’s about 1/10th empty, that one’s 1/4th empty, that one’s 1/2 empty, there are three entirely empty shelves at the end of the section, and so on. Then you divide that among how many shelves are allotted to the section: okay, I have approximately five full empty shelves total, and there are forty shelves in this section; so when I’m done shifting, each shelf should be about 1/8th empty.

But! As you’re shifting, there are some Things You Know. For example, you know you should leave more than 1/8th shelf available in the Patterson section. You know it’s likely Berg and King will need more room over the years, but Grafton and Binchy will not. You know you always have a lot of Baldacci and Hilderbrand and Hannah to reshelve, so leave them space because some of their books are for sure checked out right now, and they’ll need shelf to sit on when they come back. And so on!

And you can make the whole area tidier while you’re at it, which I guess doesn’t sound like fun when I type it out, but remember you are being PAID to do this. And: it happens satisfyingly often that, as I am working, I find a misplaced book: maybe every few shelves, I find one mildly out of place, a book I could easily have found if I were looking for it, but it’s still pleasing to move it a few books to the left or right where it belongs; but maybe once per section, I find one WILDLY out of place, a book that was impossibly lost (a 700s book in the 900s! a non-large-print book among the large-print!), and it’s EXTREMELY pleasing to walk it over to where it belongs and feel it clicking into place—as if a little tracking light has lit up on a book-location map, now that the unfindable book is findable again.

(Are you still reading this??? You may want to consider a job at a library.)

Friends, if you are feeling low on energy, may I recommend EATING MORE FOOD? I know decades of women’s magazines have encouraged us to increase our energy levels by EXPENDING energy via exercise (while, interestingly, we simultaneously use that exact same method to DECREASE energy in children and pets), but consider that another idea is to ADD energy, via calories. Like, literally put energy into your body, by eating food, which is the energy humans use.

The weather has been hot, and my job is very physical, and when I am hot and tired I am not hungry. And I have definitely absorbed the message from this culture that if you’re not hungry, don’t eat, because fewer calories is always better than more calories: if you’re not hungry it’s, like, bonus, Free Dieting! But today I was feeling just absolutely sapped, and I was wondering if I needed more vitamins or more yoga or more sleep or what, and then I mentally went over what I’d eaten the last few days, and it seemed like there was an important clue to be found there.

Today I am going to eat even if I am not hungry, and see if that helps. And I don’t mean I am going to add some of the very low-calorie foods we’ve been trained to view as “””healthy”””; I mean I am going to add CALORIES, which is literally the way we measure the energy in food: more calories = more energy. I am going to take ENERGY, and I am going to PUT IT INTO MY BODY, and I am going to see if that INCREASES ENERGY LEVELS IN MY BODY.

The difference between my last trip to the grocery store and this morning’s was MARKED, and I don’t know how to account for it. The store had taken out all the one-way-aisle signs, and perhaps that contributed. Or perhaps it’s all the news items about mask mandates being removed. Or I don’t KNOW what, but what it was LIKE was as if everyone went back to pre-pandemic grocery-store crowding. All of a sudden, the deli section was packed with people standing close to each other. All of a sudden, I was waiting my turn for the milk section, and someone just went around me and went to the milk section, standing RIGHT NEXT TO the person who was already there. As I was waiting my turn for the eggs section, THREE people went around me and got eggs—no social distancing AT ALL. People were acting as if they didn’t even remember that they USED to wait; they were acting as if they couldn’t understand why I was just standing there.

It was nice not to have to go up an aisle I didn’t need just because I needed to go down an aisle in the other direction—but the two-way traffic was difficult not to be jumpy about, after all this time. And it seemed almost as if people had forgotten how to do it: I had to do a fair amount of dodging left and right to get around people, and it seemed as if many people weren’t looking where they were going.

When I was in line and had loaded my items onto the belt and was standing on the 6-foot marker to be appropriately distant from the cashiers (they’ve stopped spacing the lanes, so the cashier for the next lane is standing within 2 feet of where I need to stand to use the credit-card machine, with no barrier between us as there is between me and the cashier of my own lane), the woman behind me in line came RIGHT UP BEHIND ME and started loading her things onto the belt. Like, I was standing AT the end of the belt, and she was RIGHT THERE, within 12-18 inches. I turned and said apologetically (because she seemed like she thought I should get out of her way) “I just don’t want to get within 6 feet of anyone” (indicating distance between me and the cashiers and between me and her), and she looked at me without saying anything and then continued loading her items.

Every section felt full of people who being deliberately and pointedly uncareful. It was so unpleasant, I got only about 3/4ths of what I’d intended to buy: there were a number of sections that were just too swarmed with people. I wasn’t particularly worried about getting sick, but I AM worried about society-in-general giving up SIGNIFICANT safety measures for INSIGNIFICANT gains in comfort/convenience. Like, is it really SO WORTH IT to crowd around the eggs, or can we wait for TEN SECONDS? Is it SO IMPORTANT to start loading things onto the belt RIGHT AWAY, or can it wait for another half-minute?

Thoughts on the first housecleaner visit after a year of “doing it ourselves”:

• I do it better

• but that would mean I’d have to do it

• which I don’t entirely mind doing! some of it is kind of satisfying, actually!

• but I do mind doing everyone else’s share for them, while they don’t do anything and/or have to be constantly directed/nagged to do anything

I’d been thinking of hiring housecleaners as something that we do for ME, something in MY favor, something that was a bargaining chip for ME—but actually it turns out we are hiring the housecleaners so that my husband and children don’t have to do their share.