My phrase for this week has been “Time is fake.” It sure does feel that way. I’ve seen a lot of people posting that March felt like it lasted much more than a month and April felt like it lasted much less. That’s been my experience too.

I did not take a lot of pictures this week. I did, however, unstick the corroded shifter on my bike, put together some Ikea furniture, watch every single video on the YouTube channel ‘my mechanics‘ (I know), and make crepes. Most of my fantasies right now involve making stuff or learning how to use new tools and machinery. Last month I applied for and got into the volunteer program at Artisans Asylum right before the pandemic got bad enough for everything to close — like days before, for a program session that was supposed to start at the beginning of April — and, maybe in part because now I have to wait, I can’t wait to start volunteering there whenever it’s safe for them to open to the public again.

In the mean time, I guess I’ll just keep making and/or fixing stuff here in the house. I would encourage others to do the same. It’s nice to remember that you have some control over the material world, even if it’s just to get a bicycle working again.

Not the offending shifter, actually, although this one also needs tuning. And cleaning, obviously.
Cyclists on Mass Ave during my Saturday Scream drive.
The maple flowers responsible for my miserable sinuses.
One of our cast-iron radiators. I’m not sure if they’re original to the house, but if they are then they’re at least 100 years old.
Ikea furniture mess.
The screws that briefly made my life very difficult.
The philodendron which is the parent of all my other, smaller philodendrons.
Some of the many dishes I have accidentally left on my desk for far too long.

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