The COVID Diaries: Progress is a Comfortable Disease

Hello Darling Ones,

I listen to Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon” in it entirety at least once a day now. Listening to it after 9 p.m. on a Sunday feels a little like asking to cry yourself to sleep, right? Eleven months out of the year I seem to forget this album exists, but once that full moon hits in October, this album becomes the only thing I want to listen to. I even listen to “Old King,” and I hate that song.

You didn’t see it, but Wendell just darted upstairs as soon as I got the chorus of the song “Harvest Moon.” I think even he’s starting to get a little sick of it.

When I started today’s letter I was gonna talk about what an absolute waste of human I was today. I thought about the ways I was gonna describe the nothing I did, but then I started arguing with myself about how much I hate productivity just for the sake of being a morally superior being. I mean, I pride myself on never being busy. I consciously try to live my life so I’m not ever busy. I hate being busy. Busy is dumb and boring and people who are always busy are the most boring. Nobody cares how busy you are. Ever. Not even one single time. If I tell you I am busy, there’s a 94% chance I’m lying. Occasionally, despite my best efforts, I do get busy and oh boy does it make me cranky as fuck.

My plan ways to be all I did was read a cruddy mystery (I figured out whodunnit half way through) and make some brussels sprouts (they were delicious, thank you, I ate the all).

But then.
but then.
BUT THEN, something magical happened.

We have a family group chat called The Wedding Party. The members of this chat are: Sister #2, Ben, Sister #4, Jaycie, Maxwell, me, and my cousin Lindsay (she’s actually my cousin Cathy’s twentysomething daughter but I call all my cousins and their kids and their kids’ kids cousins because I don’t understand cousinly math).

The Wedding Party group chat is my favorite thing. I explained on twitter recently that our chat is 50% pet pictures + 45% TikTok Talk + 5% Miscellany. It’s the place to go for memes, family drama, and advice on whether or not this plant can be saved. Seriously, my favorite thing.

So tonight, Sister #2 sent through a TikTok about what role you play at family gatherings and the response was “the cousin that doesn’t show up anymore.”

We all laughed and laughed, but then I got to hit them with the TikTok appropriate response of “I wouldn’t want to be anybody else.” And, even though you have no idea what I’m typing about, let’s just say that I won the day. I also warned them that I’m probably one snow storm away from uploading my own TikTok videos. So that’s something fun.

Jodi

P.S. The title comes from an e.e. cummings’ poem that I recite in my head whenever I think about busyness.

P.P.S. I am a nerd.

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3 Comments

  1. Barb 19.Oct.20 at 6:22 am

    Love this! I also abhor the glorification of busy. Since I retired, sloth and indolence are my goals. Practicing constantly.

    Reply
  2. John 19.Oct.20 at 9:56 am

    ” hypermagical

    ultraomnipotence”

    …is now at the top of my list for punk band names.

    Reply
    1. Jodi Chromey 19.Oct.20 at 10:54 am

      All my imaginary bands are called The Sweet Georgia Breezes.

      Reply

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