adult+

adulthood is googling vacuum cleaner filter cleaning instructions, entertaining your friends baby and worrying about bones getting brittle. hmm maybe that last one is middle age im talking about. but i guess that’s where i’m at, adulting but starting to get a feel of middle age and perimenopause too.

watching:

The Split

Lego Masters

The Voice of Finland 

Bad Vegan

Tinder Swindler

occasionally i consider fitness and health trackers. that usually lasts anywhere from 2 to 20 seconds.  not only do i not excercise with such purpose that id need to know my pulse when im walking or biking or whatever, but also regarding sleep, i know well enough how i slept - i don’t need to be told. whether i slept 6.45 or 7 hours wont matter exactly plus they aren’t that accurate anyway, which i guess everyone knows by now. Oura ring then, it’s touted for its accuracy.  but it measures your “readiness”?! like wtf is that even? do i need a quantifiable number for something i don’t understand? i know its just one thing they measure but was it necessary, is it really a selling point? and then i also circle back to; i kinda know how im feeling, what is this app going to tell me that i need to know but dont already know? ok so Oura has period prediction which can be great if u have an irregular cycle - although who knows if it works in that case. mine is fairly regular and my PMS is unmissable unfortunately, so i don’t need a ring to tell me it’s coming. furthermore Oura has blood oxygen monitoring which i imagine is great if you are severely ill with covid or something, apparently it can be sometimes hard to notice your blood oxygen dropping until it’s severely bad. but most cases you know. and if you’re healthy, then why would u need it? okay i seem to be just whining now, if someone finds the numbers from these trackers useful, then thats lovely (doctor has one and enjoys it). but except for specific things like some fitness related tracking, focusing too much on numbers and perfecting everything might not be healthy. i think its better to listen to your body and use common sense. 

all u can eat sushi at Inamo with Aleks and Raissa

our new rug.

a cat on the wall behind the corner from our home.  some kind of art thing i think.

on mother’s day last sunday doctor treated me (well both of us) this breakfast. 

Nest 

Museum of the Home in east london. it was actually nice. i especially liked these photos that were all from the same building.