• practical magic house

    5 most common phrases overheard in the Walker-Weir household

    If you happened to be passing by the windows of our home, sitting at the dining room table or listening on the other end of the phone, you’re very likely to hear one of these statements:

     

    1. Get off the table! (Yes, this is directed at the cats, not M.)

    2. Sweet dreams. See also: Nighty night, rabbit. (Due to our opposite schedules, we rarely get the pleasure of sleeping in the same bed at the same time.)

    3. Kill ’em a lot! (M is a gamer. I slay people in fiction.)

    4. Five minutes. (Generally uttered after putting the kettle on for tea. For a snooze request, I ask for 10 minutes.)

    5. I love you, my heart. (Also: my own, my love, my sugar plum and sweetie pie. We’re foolish romantics. What can I say?)

  • Daisies from my garden

    Here we go again

    It’s still March, barely. But I managed to start my first plantings today.

    M quit his job in February when his employer decided to end the staff’s ability to work remotely. Like many Americans, his bosses were tired of dealing with the coronavirus pandemic and had decided it was over, goddamn it.

    Thing is, viruses don’t disappear with wishful thinking.

    At the time his bosses made the return announcement, the efficacy of the booster shot we received in 2021 had already started to wane. A friend of ours had just died from likely complications of COVID-19. We knew that mask and vaccine mandates were the next to go. Which is why, after much discussion, we agreed it was just too dangerous for him to continue working with people who were recklessly throwing caution to the wind.

    Sure enough, another wave of coronavirus is heading our way, this time a subvariant of omicron known as BA2. It’s 30 times more contagious than the original — and that one pretty much ruined everyone’s Christmases. BA2 is already hitting Europe and Asia and has become the dominant strain in the U.S.

    At least two of my colleagues have contracted coronavirus in the past month. So has former President Barack Obama, former secretary of state Hillary Clinton, secretary of state Antony Blinken, White House press secretary Jen Psaki and her deputy, second gentleman Doug Emhoff, New Hampshire Sen. Jeanne Shaheen, “Bridgerton” actress Nicola Coughlan, “Rocketman” star Taron Egerton and actor/director Kenneth Branagh. South Korea has reported more than 9 million cases of COVID-19 during the course of the pandemic — 7.7 million of them have occurred in the past month. Today, China began its most extensive lockdown in two years to control a growing outbreak in Shanghai.

    Knowing all of this, M and I continue to take all the necessary precautions. We simply cannot afford to get sick, suffer from long covid or worse.

    Since the start of the year, I’ve also been beyond stressed by my own job. Adding the pandemic, the Olympics and the war in Ukraine to the grind of daily news has worn me emotionally thin. In January, I even fainted. For the second time in two years, M found me unconscious on the floor.

    Thankfully, M’s unemployment has allowed us to spend more time together. When he’s not job hunting, he’s helping me to decompress, rubbing the kinks out of my shoulders/neck or just listening as I vent. His support is a major reason I haven’t imploded. It’s also why my sowings have been delayed. How could I spend hours preparing for the future when I was just trying to deal with the present?

    M landed a new job last week and today was his first day working from home. While he was upstairs in his office undergoing the onboarding process, I trekked down to the basement to begin my new garden. I missed spending our morning together, of course, but it felt good to start putting seeds in soil in the hopes that flowers and herbs and vegetables will someday grow.

  • Haunted house

    Real estate revelations between spouses

    M and I are looking to buy some property, preferably in New England. We want a detached house in good working order, 3 or 4 bedrooms, minimum 2 bathrooms, a large kitchen/pantry, at least one fireplace, wood floors and a good bit of land for beauty and privacy. It can’t be located in a flood zone or somewhere that has a high risk of drought or fire.

    Oh, and it can’t cost an arm and a leg.

    We’ve been looking for two years now and while we’ve found some wonderful properties, none of them have worked out. So, our search continues — mostly on Redfin and Zillow. We favorite the places that most appeal to us and discuss them in great detail during the times when we’re both awake. If one of us is sleeping, the other will leave short notes to describe why a place will or will not work.

    Here are some typical notes we’ve exchanged:

    “Nope, nope, nope. Flooding.”

    “Has some nice features (back from the road, overall design, greenhouse). However, the kitchen is small and the laundry is in the basement. Zestimate says it’s worth about half of what they’re asking though Redfin agrees with their price.”

    “Not as much land as we’d hoped but it’s on a dead end and the views are gorgeous.”

    “Lovely home but oh my god, that kitchen is bloody awful. So small!”

    “The kitchen looks decent. I really like the look of some of these rooms. Looks too expensive and probably too big for us but nice!”

    And then there’s the tidbit I wrote last week:

    “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I want to move to Detroit. This place is amazing. And also, I believe haunted.”

  • Online News

    A tiny glimpse at what life as a journalist is like

    Sit at my desk. Turn on the computer. Take a deep breath and begin.

    Read. Investigate. Chat. Write. Add multimedia. Edit. Preview. Publish. Social. Email. Repeat.

    Around 3 a.m., take a quick moment to run into the kitchen to turn on the kettle for tea.

    News breaks. Remain at my desk and focus on doing 10 things at once.

    Read. Investigate. Chat. Write. Add multimedia. Edit. Preview. Publish. Social. Email. Repeat.

    Two and a half hours pass and I still haven’t had anything to drink. At that point, I notice my very kind and supportive husband is awake. He turns on the kettle again.

    More breaking news.

    Read. Investigate. Chat. Write. Add multimedia. Edit. Preview. Publish. Social. Email. Repeat.

    Five minutes later, utterly focused on my work, I’m barely able to pull my eyes away from the screen and my fingers from the keyboard when a steaming hot cup of tea appears on my desk. I take a grateful sip.

    More breaking news.

    Read. Investigate. Chat. Write. Add multimedia. Edit. Preview. Publish. Social. Email. Repeat.

    And the tea grows cold.

  • Unlucky

    Stocking up on wards and superstitions

    The most hopeful thing I’ve read recently was this 2013 article in The Atlantic by Julie Beck. The story focused on a study in The Journal of Experimental Psychology that attempted to explain why we cling to certain rituals to get rid of bad luck. In the end, to change your fate, the study showed you had to physically “push” away bad luck.

    So that’s my new goal because the past week has been bloody awful. I didn’t walk under a ladder, acquire a tails-up penny or break any mirrors, and I didn’t do anything to karmically bring a plague upon my house. Yet bad luck has definitely dropped by for a visit and I had the misfortune of answering the door.

    First, M was in a car accident, a bad one. Some distracted idiot crashed into the back of his Prius at about 45 mph. The other driver hit so hard that his airbag blew. The impact also pushed M’s car into a third vehicle. After inspecting the damage, the insurance company informed us that M’s car was a total loss. This blows for many reasons, not the least of which was that we just bought the damn thing in March. M also spent $500 on new tires earlier this month. Now we have to either figure out a way to afford a new vehicle or remain a single-car household for a while.

    M didn’t walk away scot-free from the crash either. For the past week, he’s been on a course of painkillers, muscle relaxants and cold packs for the minor whiplash he sustained. That said, his injuries could’ve been a lot worse, considering the condition of his car.

    A couple days later, my glasses broke. Now, anyone who’s ever peered through my specs knows that I’m nearly blind. While I do own a backup pair, I can’t stand them. The lenses don’t seem to focus right, even after having them processed twice, which makes it difficult to read. Good thing I don’t need to read for a living… oh wait, I do! Wearing them for too long also gives me a headache.

    Then, we received word from Chase that one of our credit card numbers had been stolen. The bastard thief used it to charge up a variety of items, none of which would indicate he/she was simply in dire need of necessessities. Of course, in the modern era, credit accounts are tied to online accounts as well as physical cards so now we have to update a bunch of auto-bill sources once the new cards arrive. (They haven’t yet.)

    On Friday, we hired a guy to come over and do the annual maintenance on our home’s HVAC system. This process, we were told, would cost about $90. Once the guy was done with his inspection and repairs, we had to write a check for $1,300. Oh, and he discovered major issues with the system that the home inspector should have caught before we purchased the house, issues that need to be addressed in the next year or so. Cost for those repairs? About $20,000. There goes any plans for updated appliances, solar panels, home decorating, vacations, etc.

    Amidst all this ill fortune, we’re terribly worried about a dear friend who is very sick. My job continues to be both stressful and trying. And Summer, my least favorite time of year, the season of heat, bugs, humidity and migraine-induced misery, has unofficially arrived.

    Time to burn sage, light candles, toss salt and knock wood. Anything to make our luck change for the better.