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weekly retro: garbag'ino, garbag'outo

weeks can go in like a lion and out like a lamb, and not just in the month of may. if i could (and i will) describe the first half of last week in a photo, it would be this:

photo of an old-school aluminum garbage pail like the one oscar the grouch lives in, sitting out on a neighboring street for trash pickup

the throes of a hashimotos flareup and my period starting was enough of a test of my patience, will, and ambition. then news of a friend's passing hit, and THEN i remembered last minute i was on the hook to host jerseyscript when really i just wanted to crawl under the covers and sleep until my endocrinologist appointment that friday.

a patch of neon lavender plox flowers that live around a park gazebo

but responsibility is responsibility, and i made it outdoors to do the things i'm responsible for. i can't say that i showered for any of them though lol.

my hand holding my election certificate as i wait in line to vote, my number is 69

i went and voted in the local assembly and governor primary election. i often enjoy "getting out there" and voting in person, but when i'm at my most "perceive me at your peril" state, it's tough because of everyone circling polling locations like vultures telling me "don't forget to vote" as i'm clearly walking into a school looking like a gray woman in a tampon commercial. to vote. i'd been voting in this polling location for 12 years and this was the first time someone handed me an "i voted" sticker. for a moment, i felt like a human.

a white kitten standing up on the window of a local restaurant outside of business hours for a big stretch

my gift for making it out to jerseyscript, besides the nice company of 2 of our regulars and the lavender mocktail, was getting to see my "other cat" who i'm sure is seen as "my other cat" by all the other locals who pass by it. this is "nature" to a lot of us city folks.

photo of the coffee corner of our kitchen, where our black cat pumagreg has sneaked behind the tonka-truck-yellow coffee maker into a built-in alcove that fits him just right and thinks i can't see him

on the topic of nature, has anyone seen where the local puma has gone? i keep trying to get him to join me on my somewhat-daily weekday streams but he's camera shy and adjusting to the air conditioners being on.

screenshot of apple maps saying that "approximate location. potch is somewhere in the circle"

as my period crawled over its peak and i started to feel less like a large pile of hot, wet towels, things started to turn around a bit. i got to introduce potch and pumagreg in real life vs. over zoom or youtube. while i regret where we ordered food from, it was a heavy enough meal to knock me out so i'd be able to get up early for my 30 minute walk up-hill to my doctor.

a small wooden planter box on the ground outside with colorful tiny flowers inside. outside there's a piece of litter on the ground, probably a tissue or fast food wrapper. on the left is a cardboard cup wrap with the starbucks logo on it

when i publish this retro, i'm off to the pharmacy to pick up my larger dose of thyroid hormone, and i hope in a few weeks i'll be out of this fog - the thyroid takes awhile to adjust. all the incline intervals on the treadmill were felt as i walked up a steep hill, not losing my breath once and even being able to stop and pick up litter i'd find without losing energy.

photo from above a planter of firey orange lilies

on the way home from the doctor, feeling great about how my "kidneys look beautiful" and my doctor giving me tips on how to better advocate for myself at the pharmacy (who is also my insurance company), my demeanor only dipped - as it often does walks home - when a car sped by me as it tried to miss a red light. this is why humans were born with middle fingers. a few hours later, a young boy riding his bike at the corner was killed when struck by a truck. may his memory be a blessing, and may this tragedy not be in vain from the people in power who seemingly refuse to make our roads safe from motor vehicles.

dramatically angled photo of the table in the jersey city free public library creative center, just before other folks started arriving for the book-binding workshop. there's cutting mats, bone scorers, glue, and workshop instructions

as a significant portion of the nation was protesting on the streets, my resistance came in the form of patronizing my library and making art. more empowering than having my new thyroid prescription in hand was spending an afternoon in a room with a diverse group of women from the area, chatting about our complex lives and making books. my weekend ended with me finishing the very good a physical education and starting braiding sweetgrass.

things that did not make my shit mood worse

xoxo jenn

this was published June 16, 2025 under living health weekly-retro jersey-city flowers libraries library book-binding hashimotos reading books pumagreg cats