Stick around.
Mar. 1st, 2020 09:55 pmBecause of virus outbreak fears, there was virtually no hugging and kissing or hand-shaking over this weekend. Greetings, verbal acknowledgement, and sometimes, expressions of pleasure at each other's company. All with personal space kept intact.
It was wonderful.
There wasn't no hugging and kissing. It'd come at the end of an event, a ceremony or a party or a small family meal, as a method of saying good-bye. But it wasn't an expected greeting. Certainly not between people that didn't know each other all that well, because of the virus worries. So there was the chance to get to know someone before being all up in their business.
There was also some birdwatching, when the opportunity presented itself - bluebirds and crows and some sort of small brown hopping bird with white eyebrow stripes - and in a lull period in between photography and partying, sitting and watching the sunset for a half-hour, talking about color words and Surrealism and trying to figure out when lights came on in nearby buildings. I got a chance to hang out with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deelaundry for a while, too, where we talked through ideas we wanted to write, the struggles of finding suitably focused book club participants, and working to make each other laugh.
I ate a fresh donut with the texture of a pancake, which made all other donut options seem lackluster. Later, I ate a cake pop, and at one point, had a cup of coffee in one hand and a small thin object in the fingers of my other hand - I felt very 1950s in that moment, in a gleeful way only possible with an open bar.
Again. Wonderful.
It was wonderful.
There wasn't no hugging and kissing. It'd come at the end of an event, a ceremony or a party or a small family meal, as a method of saying good-bye. But it wasn't an expected greeting. Certainly not between people that didn't know each other all that well, because of the virus worries. So there was the chance to get to know someone before being all up in their business.
There was also some birdwatching, when the opportunity presented itself - bluebirds and crows and some sort of small brown hopping bird with white eyebrow stripes - and in a lull period in between photography and partying, sitting and watching the sunset for a half-hour, talking about color words and Surrealism and trying to figure out when lights came on in nearby buildings. I got a chance to hang out with
deelaundry for a while, too, where we talked through ideas we wanted to write, the struggles of finding suitably focused book club participants, and working to make each other laugh.I ate a fresh donut with the texture of a pancake, which made all other donut options seem lackluster. Later, I ate a cake pop, and at one point, had a cup of coffee in one hand and a small thin object in the fingers of my other hand - I felt very 1950s in that moment, in a gleeful way only possible with an open bar.
Again. Wonderful.
