Weirdness

Yesterday I was practicing writing with my left hand, which still feels awkward but not as much as it used to, and I also noticed that my right hand moves involuntarily a lot more than before. It made me wonder if as my brain gets used to controlling my left hand, that it also reallocates the neural resources it had for the right, to the left. I don’t mind, but it does make me think about whether that’s what’s happening.

Everything else remains unchanged. Tomorrow a relatively new nurse is coming in. I say relatively because she was here last week, but with all the bustle it was a very abnormal weekend. Now things are much more normal, so let’s see how we adjust.

I’m reading an anthology of Shirley Jackson, who is best known for her work in terror. I’m currently going through short stories, and they’re weird as hell. Specially today, in a different world, they read strange. Her characters veer towards the female, but female very much from the mid 20th century: worried about what the neighbors will say about the garden, the specific clothes they wear for an occasion like moving (!), etc. You can tell that Jackson was writing about things that today would seem strange, and that she saw as strange, but went largely unquestioned in her own time. Thing like racial prejudice which were also ‘normal’ in her time also make an an appearance, which lends further weirdness to an already weird author.

Overall, a very interesting read.