It’s hard to believe, but September is just a few short days away, and I usually do my biannual sorting through of all my worldly possessions in March and September. In March, the month that seems like it was just a few days ago, I really struggled to finish. I think it was mostly due to stress and changing from an office worker whose kids are at school 8am-6pm to a work-at-home person who also has to homeschool their kids.
I have a lot of thoughts about how this major life change that may or may not be permanent has affected me, but that is for another time. For now, I’ll say I am adjusted to my new life enough to be able to sort through my belongings next month. Let’s see how it goes.
With all the pandemic/work from home/no summer camps, I have been very late in writing about the things I’ve been doing to live more sustainably. But since this has been one of the weirdest summers in my life, I’ll give myself a pass and just do one for July/August combined.
Actually, this has been one I’ve been wanting to do for awhile, but I’ve been genuinely terrified. I am talking about a non-plastic, non-disposable safety razor. Have you seen one? They look a bit scary. No, I am not talking about a straight razor, which seems too dangerous for home use.
A safety razor is exactly this. That is the actual one that I bought and now use. So far, I have not murdered myself unintentionally with it. I ordered the razor when I realized I was on my last disposable razor blade, and it took me about two weeks after that to use it. Yes, I go a bit slower when shaving with it, but not crazy slow.
Some caveats: my body does not seem to grow body hair quickly or in abundance. Thus, I only shave a few times a month. If I had to do more, perhaps going slowing would annoy me more. Second, I realize I never go out or see anyone, so I could not shave at all if I didn’t want to.
The notion that women shouldn’t have body hair is obviously sexist. However, I also believe that any person, whether they identify as male or female or both or neither can do whatever they want to their own body, including shaving. And I really don’t like seeing body hair on myself, so when I see it, off it goes. And now with a non-plastic razor.
Way back 20 years ago in January, I thought I would be doing a lot of traveling this year and thought how it would be great to start using this blog to write about my travels, almost the digital equivalent of a scrap book. I had a bunch of trips lined up for 2020, and had actually paid for a trip in March to Seattle (didn’t get any money back on that one), a trip in April to Disney World (got a refund for the hotel and vouchers for everything else), a trip to a farm in June (got the entire refund), and a trip to Lake George in July. I got into a disagreement with the AirB&B host in April when I tried to cancel, and someone from AirB&B tried to intervene on my behalf, but I still couldn’t get any money back. When it came time for the trip, we decided to go. We brought our own stuff with us and wore masks in public expect for the four times we dined outside.
Was it the vacation I intended? No, absolutely not. I had been to Lake George when I was a child and literally the only thing I remembered was the House of Frankenstein Wax Museum. So of course I was very excited to take my own kids to a place that has haunted me for more than 35 years. Alas, even though it was open, it was all inside, so we did not go. We also arrived on a Monday, when our reservation was Sunday, in order to let the place air out for a bit.
Anyway, that’s the bad stuff. The good stuff is that I went for five days without cooking once! I had intended to cook, but the apartment had no pots and pans or utensils for cooking. (Later, I looked at the reviews and saw this was mentioned in a lot of them.) There was a refrigerator and microwave and coffee pot, so we ate granola bars and fruit for breakfast in the apartment, and then usually had lunch out and either picked up dinner to eat in the apartment, or had our lunch leftovers for dinner.
As far as activities, we went to a historic fort and got to hear them shoot a cannon, went in the motel pool, went to the beach, took the kids on a ropes course and zip line that they loved but nearly gave me a heart attack, and found a hiking trail so secluded that we only came across one other group in four hours of hiking (my favorite day).
So despite the fact that I have horrible insomnia when not in my own bed and one night only slept for two hours, I am glad we got away. The kids had a great time and a change of scenery was good for all of us. I probably would have preferred a cabin in the woods situation, especially at this time, but we are thinking we might do that in the fall.