Well, the jewelry mania has died down. I'm only puzzling out jewelry in my head a few minutes a day, so it's time I start leaving the house again. Remember last year when Gary and I spent every Saturday at a different location? Looking at eagles, going down slides, visiting deserted small towns? We need to get back to that. Of course, we were down to the dregs on the list of St. Louis fun. The dregs. The "St. Louis Economy Museum at the Federal Reserve" Dregs.
I anticipate one day a month will be devoted to some type of anti-Trump activism. There's the Tax March, and I imagine there'll be pop-up protests for each new Executive Order. I am ashamed to say we didn't join into the Refugee protest at the St. Louis Lambert "International" Airport, because frankly it's not all that International any more. I think you can fly to Canada and that's it. No one was being denied entry to Saint Louis.
A few minutes each weekend will be spent learning how to drum. Gary has a lot of drumming experience, and I have no sense of rhythm, so I've been wheedling drumming lessons out of Gary. He won't let me use the big drum set yet, so I'm confined to the congas and bongos. I can play a Samba beat very poorly at this point.
I'd rather spent time doing something instead of watching something, unless it's something about an English queen, past or present. In addition to Victoria and The Crown, we went out to watch Hidden Figures and I was overtaken by violent sobs at the end. Everyone sobs at that movie, even little girls who didn't get hustled out of Mission Control by their sexist fathers. And to think I've been indignant all these years that my NASA-contractor father blocked my access by telling me, "They don't let girls into Mission Control" (as he led my brother in) when in reality they didn't let women in anywhere. Well, unless you could do high level math. It did inspire me to replace the motor in the deader of my two Roombas ... but sadly, I did not achieve mission success.
There was also a binge day spent watching Good Girls Revolt on Netflix - another tale of women not being allowed or encouraged at work, while men took the credit. Very thankful I never had to put up with anything that blatant. Thanks women who came first!