Last week was a turn of events or it feels like it.
The sun has been strong and high. People are out. Masks on or off, I can sense that people are completely fed up. By the ‘rona, by the media. We can’t stand nor trust those news, those press conferences. Sometimes those doctors. People need their money or at least some freedom in this country. It’s tense.
I heard sirens the entirety of Sunday. Arson is happening. DJ sets are blasting through the hood. A smoky mix of Luniz and BBQ was floating around my block on Saturday. Then Go-Go with 9th Wonder. It was nice.
I learned that my grandma is in a COVID-infected nursing home. She’s okay for now. I don’t know for how long. My brain is starting to gather memories and souvenirs and I’m not fucking ready for that at all. My mom is losing it a bit and being more and more careless with her behavior. I can tell with the way she’s agitated on video calls. One of my bff is in a mental health hospital, after some horrible heartbreak. I try to lift them all up by looking good, smiling and being positively full of energy. It’s not easy.
Music heals me so much. I don’t think I would be able to do what I’m doing without it. Take Heatwave’s Always and Forever that just came out of my speakers. It’s like aural cuddles and kisses on the cheeks.