It has been about a week since I made my concerted effort to connect more with humans while isolated.
Text Conversations
It is remarkable how my phone has been battering me with text dings and buzzes. It seems the handyman texts, then the realtor, the property management company, the neighbor, my brother, and then the strangest one was my childhood friend texting "Where did you live in Florissant?" literally fifteen minutes after I closed on the sale of that same house. I texted with Friends 2-4 for the first time in a few months, so that was nice.
In non-text news, I chatted with the lawnmowing service from a distance.
Communal Sports Events
The Blues hockey team were progressing in the playoffs, and while the city wasn't as demented as they were when the Blues won the Stanley Cup, it was headed that way until they lost. The Cardinals baseball team have been reunited with Albert Pujols, and winning in such blowouts that the spirit of Whitey Herzog was resurrected and they let Yadi the catcher and Pujols both pitch for a while. I wonder if they'll resurrect Pujol's restaraunt in Westport. (Because with a name like Pujols ...)
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I have watched two Q&As and been awed by how confidently people ask questions. Withoutnthat I woukdn't have known he was opening for The Who five nights in Canada. I mean, The Who. I've even heard of them.
Masterclass
You might think watching a Masterclass doesn't count as a communal experience, but I got to hear David Sedaris talk about the Tiffany essay in Calypso that impressed me so much. Evidently there are two camps: the people who comdemn him for his treatment of Tiffany, and people with Tiffanies of their own.
... It was also nice to hear he has trouble with endings too.
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