Coronavirus – Dodger Thoughts

On April 6, 2020

Sheltering in place has always been a way of life for Misty.

The last time someone outside my family was in our house was March 13.

Sheltered, Part 6: There used to be a ballclub right here

In Coronavirus, Dodgers, Life, Sheltered, Thinking out loud

Dodger Stadium, September 2015 (Photo: Jon Weisman)

I remember the Dodgers.

Sheltered, Part 5:
Unlocked

Writing these “Sheltered” posts helped clear my head. This afternoon, I made some headway hacking through the dry brush of notes on the first draft of my novel to begin carving a plan of action for the second draft.

Sheltered, Part 4:
Don’t forget the joy

In Books, Coronavirus, Life, Sheltered, Thinking out loud, Writing

Some of my current angst is rooted in the novel I began working on almost 20 months ago.

Sheltered, Part 3:
The morning after

I take a risk when I write at night, especially when I write a personal piece.

Sheltered, Part 2:
I’ve been running

On April 3, 2020

I love long walks.

Sheltered, Part 1:
The why

On April 3, 2020

#flatteningtheclyde

I want to say something, but it’s less about the what than the why.

What I’m going to tell you won’t be anything you need to know. It goes back, as it always does, to this core dilemma: I have feelings, and I want them to be heard. I want them to be felt, even if they don’t matter.

What’s different now? Less distraction, maybe? I don’t have a commute. That is time I’ve filled with exercise — walks and short runs and sit-ups — rather than writing. But never not thinking.

What’s the same, but maybe more pronounced, are feelings of inadequacy. We are living through the singular event of my 52 years. How am I rising to the occasion? By following the best instructions for hiding.

I have one skill, which is to arrange words into thoughts, and I haven’t been using it. It doesn’t help that the Dodgers aren’t playing, but then again, the Dodgers aren’t relevant. It doesn’t help that I’m at the very, very beginning of turning the first draft of my novel into a second draft, and I’m feeling intimidated by the work.

I’m jealous of people who are producing. I’m jealous of people who are relevant. I’m a jealous person.

If I focus on my family, I’m fine. I’m grateful. I’m grounded. But my mind wanders, to very specific places.

We are living in a life or death world, and I don’t want to be silent.

Podcast: Morning walk

On March 25, 2020

In Coronavirus, Dodger Stadium, Life, Podcast, Thinking out loud

This is the first episode of Word to the Weisman that I’ve posted in more than a year, so check it out. You can also get it on Apple, Spotify, etc.

The coronavirus turbulence

On March 20, 2020

In Coronavirus, Life, Thinking out loud

Photo source

My wife hates to fly. She gets very anxious, more so with each passing year.

I’m pretty good on airplanes. I completely buy into the data that it’s safer to fly than drive, and I know driving almost as much as I know breathing. That’s not to say I enjoy a whole lot about air travel, but I’m pretty calm about the mechanics of it all. It’s one of my few great strengths as a husband.

It’s a real challenge for those who are anxious about flying, and while I may not share her fear, I know how much of an impact it has on her. That’s why, in recent years, I’ve started looking into options that can ease the stress of travel, not just for her, but for both of us.

The idea of a more personalized and comfortable flying experience started to seem like a viable solution to help make her feel more at ease, and for me, the opportunity to skip the hassle of long lines and crowded terminals felt like a game-changer.

When we came across https://www.fractionaljetownership.com/, the benefits of private jet access became clear. Fractional ownership offers us the flexibility to fly on our own terms, with minimal stress and maximum comfort. For someone like my wife, the ability to board a plane directly, without the chaos of a crowded airport, would be a huge relief.

Additionally, private jets can accommodate our specific schedules, allowing us to travel when we need to without dealing with the frustrations of commercial flights. Knowing that she would feel more relaxed in a private, spacious environment makes the whole idea even more appealing.

And for me, the peace of mind knowing we can travel comfortably and efficiently together makes it an investment worth considering.

Turbulence is part of the equation. So many flights have it, and for the most part, it’s a series of speed bumps. You go through through the bumps, and you go on your way.

My wife finds any turbulence deeply unsettling, and if I’m next to her, I take her hand. I try to reassure her. It’s one thing I can reliably do. It’s neither ironic nor coincidental, but on point, that when I proposed to her, it was after midnight on the wet tarmac of the Binghamton, New York airport after a difficult flight from Washington D.C. through a rainstorm.

But sometimes the turbulence gets rough. Really rough. Rough like some hidden hand has picked your plane up in the air and is shaking it. The ride isn’t bumpy, it’s jagged. I’m being jerked around, literally and figuratively. And then my mind takes me places. And I worry about dying.

Thoughts I shouldn’t be having on a coronavirus Monday