Husband found the weighted blanket I feared had ended up into a Goodwill pile.
I am never leaving my recliner again.
Finally getting around to watching “Fellowship of the Ring.” A lot of the teenager’s D&D recaps are starting to make sense to me now.
Whoever came up with the phrase “no regrets” clearly never had a McRib sandwich.
I have finally consumed my first Starbucks cranberry bliss bar of the season. The holidays can officially begin.
I asked the teenager, who is not a fan of news these days for the sake of her mental health, whether she has been keeping up with news about Luigi Mangione and the CEO shooting.
“Not willingly,” she said.
“New Jersey Mystery Drone” is my new band name.
Almost done with my first left-handed Field Notes knockoff. Using these as mini-journals for lists, random thoughts, and venting. These are much less intimidating and more welcoming than fancier journals. After years of trying to keep a diary of one kind of another, I think I’m onto something.
Watching people melting down online over their parasocial relationship with an alleged assassin was not on my bingo card this morning.
It gets so exhausting to be chronically sad.
Watched “My Neighbor Totoro” for the sixth or seventh time (third or fourth in a theater). It’s not the very best of Studio Ghibli—that would be “Spirited Away” or “Tale of the Princess Kaguya,” probably—but “Totoro’s” classic sweetness never wears thin.
The homily at my parish is always a crapshoot. One Sunday it’s an excellent Advent exhortation by one supply priest to be prepared for Christ; the next Sunday it could be a warning from another supply priest that plants bought from a Masonic yard sale could bring Satan into your household.
Ever have a day where you feel so overwhelmed and out of control at the end of your work week that you desperately need Vietnamese comfort food and an avocado shake for dinner to calm you down?
Only me? Oh.
Watching old episodes of “Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations.” It was my comfort viewing when I was on maternity leave almost 17 years ago after my sister said she liked it because Bourdain’s snark reminded her of me.
It’s now comfort viewing because it reminds me of E. Not a bad way to grieve.
It’s not yet Thanksgiving, but it’s not too early to break out a Christmas holiday tradition: Paul Shaffer’s rendition of Cher singing “O Holy Night.”
E died a year ago today. Taking the day off work. Not sure what I’m going to do aside from be quiet, drive around aimlessly on this very gray fall day, and get a breakfast burrito, which reminds Chris of her because she would insist on us having breakfast burritos when we’d visit.
A wee bit disappointed that this ube waffle turned out to be more brown than purple. But that didn’t take away from the excellent ube taste (accented with a coconut glaze and whipped cream smattering). So happy with the Filipino breakfast at Maypole in Wheaton, Illinois.
Anybody got suggestions for a good intro to basic Anabaptist theology? Asking for my curious Catholic self.
I’m so used to Calvinist-versus-Arminian evangelical talk in social media that I’m unsure where our Mennonite et al. friends land in my admittedly poor understanding of Protestant theology.
My first thought when looking at the latest Trump attorney general appointee is “Ivanka with a law degree.”
Came home to an open umbrella on the floor. There was no open umbrella on the floor when I left to pick up my kid. She did not have an umbrella, open it, and leave it on the floor when she came home.
Apparently our dogs and cats are smarter than I thought. Or have opposable thumbs.
Next Monday marks a year since my sister’s passing after months of declining health and difficult circumstances. It was unexpected but not surprising. Yet it remains a gut punch a year later. I miss Eleanor all the time.
It’ll be her birthday 5 days later. She would have been 68 this year.
Watching my first episode of the “FLCL” anime series (from the Alternative season), and I’m not sure what to make of it.
Something something space travel, then somebody just pulled an electric guitar out of a teenager’s forehead.
I’ll keep going with it. 😬
Dr. Oz? Now it just feels like Trump is trying too hard.
My daughter shared this map with me. Posting here for fellow “Avatar: The Last Airbender” fans, taking absolutely no credit for it. Feel free to reply if you know who created this.
Testing Micro.blog syndication of posts to Threads and BlueSky. It’d be nice to populate both platforms and the blog in one fell swoop.
Test.