Journal 70 Bad Things, More Zelda, Focaccia

Hey girls!

So what’s up with the nuclear submarines? Maybe the family members of the old men got tired of handling them and took a vacation. And look what happened.

In other news, I cannot believe what is still happening in Gaza. I don’t understand how people can tolerate or ignore this any longer. There is no conversation to be had. Nothing matters. When children start dying, it just becomes a matter of good versus evil.

I think, in twenty years, how will we look back on this? People would ask, “How did people just let it happen? It was all on the internet but it still didn’t matter to some people.” I feel like I would be pathetic if I didn’t say anything. If this happened to my child, how would I want the world to react?

Would I understand if they still lived their lives, charging their devices, deciding what to have for dinner, picking a show to watch, because they have to? I would want them to do what they could, or at least say something. Even if they are stressed out of their minds with their own problems. That’s the world I want to live in.

I want to follow the Golden Rule.

The Switch has been great. Now that I understand what the Zelda game wants from me and I am released out of the tutorial area, I have been having a wonderful time. I enjoy the open-world experience in this game. It is like a light, user-friendly version of Skyrim.

I am grateful that I can play video games. They can be so therapeutic.

I needed to get lost in one of these well-rounded video game video games. It’s great to spend time in a pretend world where there are rules and things make sense. I also think that’s why episodic shows are so popular. Sometimes you need that comfortable feeling.

And I like that the Switch turns on and off easily: that’s great for people who have to do a lot of caretaking. The default controller was too small, so we got the pro, but it’s also too small. There needs to be a jumbo-size model.

We made a focaccia today. We did some teasing back and forth: who made the focaccia? We both wanted to make it and to put in the effort. One person made the definitive decision to make the focaccia, and for twenty minutes took on double duty making sure the house didn’t explode, nobody got emotionally scarred for life, and seniors didn’t spill motor oil, trip, and die. Meanwhile, the other person had the mental and physical space to find the recipe, put the ingredients in the bowl, mix, and set the dough to proof.

So who really made the focaccia? Yes, one person made it. But naturally, it took both people. It’s interesting how much labor and effort and sacrifice goes into making it possible for someone else to even function enough to do something. So when people “accomplish” something, it’s interesting to think what invisible army it took to get them to that point.

Sometimes we feel crappy because we aren’t the superstar person we think we could be. But don’t forget how much support people are meant to have around them. We need to value the invisible labor and sacrifices, and give the same gracefully, so that everyone get from Point A to Point B.

Thank you for reading. I hope anything I said can be of any help or use to you.

Please have a good week ahead!

Asya