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793rd Friday Blog Roundup

The twins’ final year of camp was canceled. They had been going to the same camp for nine years, and they were finally in the oldest group. So… no re-do possible. They’re taking it in stride; I mean, what is one more canceled event amid so many other cancellations?

School was canceled for the rest of the year. We expected it, but it was still strange to get the alert telling us that they’d be sheltering in place for the remainder of the spring. It’s unclear whether they’ll go back in the fall. Everything feels like a big unknown.

I’m in a numb stage this week. I’m reading all the announcements, but I’m not really emotionally processing them. It’s almost like I’m being told someone else’s dream. It’s interesting, but it’s not really mine, so I don’t really feel anything about it beyond a general sense of unease.

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments in order to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

Okay, now my choices this week.

Dreaming of Diapers has a post about being the last one to be told about a pregnancy. She wasn’t expecting friends to be announcing their pregnancies in their 40s, but she had two who let her know recently. She writes, “The call was super uncomfortable. I mean, beyond. All of our other friends found out at 12 weeks… but me… the last one to know.” Everyone, do not do this, even if you think you’re being considerate of another person’s feelings. They’ll have to find out at some point. Better to know along with everyone else. Ugh.

Res Cogitatae has a post that pretty much sums up all of my feelings about food at the moment. I have never spent so much time worrying about ingredients, worrying about meal planning, stressing about cooking. She explains everything that is happening in their home: “The effort of making sure the right things are in the cart and the uncertainty of knowing what we’ll actually get when we go to pick up the groceries is producing stress for both of us.” I think many of us relate to this post.

The Road Less Travelled has a post about COVID-19 that is brilliant, summarizing the main things she wants to remember. I’m highlighting it here because everyone is going to want to steal her format. Especially the idea of revisiting the questions later to see how your thoughts change over time.

Lastly, I learned the word “sabai” from A Separate Life. She explains: “I have always enjoyed what the Danish call hygge – cosiness, comfort, content. It’s not unlike the Thai concept of sabai, though because of the different climate, sabai conjures less cosiness, but pleasure, a gentle cooling breeze, and a feeling of contentment or even bliss in a moment.” I love that she makes you think about your personal definition for hygge (or sabai). Mine definitely includes reading at the end of the day.

The roundup to the Roundup: Everything is canceled. Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between May 1 – 8) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week? Read the original open thread post here.

6 comments

1 Sharon { 05.08.20 at 1:56 pm }

I have had good days and bad days while dealing with this current situation. . . more good than bad, TBH. Today is not a good day. I am over being home with my kids 24/7, I’m annoyed with my husband, I am spending time, energy and effort preparing for a jury trial on June 8 that the judge told us this morning may not proceed as scheduled, but we won’t know for another week or more. UGH

I’m just done with all of this. And yet, what choice do I have but to persevere?

2 Beth { 05.08.20 at 3:36 pm }

I felt the same way a few weeks ago when everything was officially canceled here – school, camps, all of it. And then I was really sad again. And now we are just back to powering through. Hang on. You will get there.

3 Lori Lavender Luz { 05.08.20 at 4:45 pm }

Hoo boy. I’m sad for your family about the cancelled camp. I can tell it meant so much both on its own (as the last of the series) and as part of a bigger tradition.

Very interesting, Mail’s “sabai.”

4 Working mom of 2 { 05.08.20 at 7:22 pm }

I’m currently in the “thank goodness everything is canceled, so we can stay safe” stage. I am NOT happy that modified summer camps (day camps, not what I used to consider “summer camp”) will be allowed here. Not helpful to parents who can work remotely and don’t want to return to the office.

On another note, I am not exactly hoarding but I have a lot of stuff. There were a few weeks there where I was getting low on tp and some food items and couldn’t find any so I keep picking up/ordering a can here, a box there. Just in case.

5 Mali { 05.12.20 at 7:45 pm }

There’s a definite feeling of disconnect in all this. I’m sure you’re not alone in feeling that it’s happening to someone else.

Thanks for including my Separate Life post. It’s good to be able to think about our personal hygge or sabai, and appreciate them. I loved writing it for that reason!

6 Justine { 05.18.20 at 11:34 pm }

I meant to reply to this when you first posted, but it got away. Now I’m back. And grieving. Ian finishes 8th grade this year and would move to high school, and it was all sort of fine, even though it wasn’t fine, until the reminders started popping up on the google calendar: the 8th grade dance, the 8th grade picnic, the 8th grade moving up ceremony. Some of which he doesn’t mind missing, but I know those milestones, and it’s so weird to get excited about the “8th grade drive by parade.” I’m sort of crying about this as I type. And I know it’s not about me, but about him, but it’s hard not to have access to the rituals we have in place to celebrate our kids. I’m sorry for the twins and the loss of camp, another milestone of moving on. <3

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