June 7th: The drone team went to Story County’s Justice Center to figure out the dimensions of the floor for the experimental clearing op- turns out that we’re going to have to rethink our experiment (I’m not at all surprised. So much of this summer has been constant failure- speaking of failures, we also broke a monitor. Fun). Dr. Stone said we would have to run the experiment sometime next week, probably around 11 PM. I’m looking forward to it; I like staying up late. Later this day, I finished The Handmaid’s Tale. I’m kind of mulling over how terrible things are normalized, but I’m thinking more about Offred’s privileges in a dystopic world, and why Atwood would choose to tell Offred’s story. After I finished this book, when it was really late (or early?), I went outside to try and find the bike pump that Tom said was near Memorial Union so that I could fix a flat tire. I didn’t find it. I thought that solitude and the coolness of the night would be comfortable, but unsurprisingly, walking alone during the witching hour is fairly frightening.
June 8th: I walked to Val’s to fix the flat tire- the hour long walk was fairly miserable, and I hope I didn’t get a sunburn. Val is a very fun person, though, and she’s worth the misery. I helped her for a few hours and learned some tidbits about bikes. It was a pleasant way to spend an afternoon, and I think I’ll return next week. Afterwards, I talked to and played a game with my younger sister.
I felt somewhat productive this weekend. That being said, I think it’s worrisome to know that so much of my self-worth depends on how productive I deem myself. I want to blame capitalism, but that’s unfair- there are other factors to consider (furthermore, I’m materialistic… I’m looking forward to picking up my paycheck tomorrow). Finally, I’m almost out of food, which means I have to cook something- a chore that I kind of despise. There are so many steps in cooking: planning your meal, purchasing what you need at the store, prepping, cooking, and then cleaning. What’s worse is that if you end up cooking something you dislike, you still have to eat it.
I really like the mundane nature of keeping these blogs. I wonder if future me will appreciate the banal things I do now.