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Expecting emotional intelligence from people who have demonstrated a lack of it since my childhood is a lost, painful cause. I have to keep reminding myself of this.
Wordle 356 4/6
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Random thoughts at the end of a long, exhausting work week:
- I can’t function on 3 hours of sleep without burning out and melting down. So, I go to bed these days before midnight and, if I have work to do — and often these days, this is the case — I get up early, praying it doesn’t get in the way for the opportunity to go to weekday Mass in the morning. Thus far, no major meltdowns, and I’m grateful for that.
- The more I read about autism, the more I honestly think I’m on the spectrum (as are several undiagnosed people close to me). The woke rhetoric of a lot of the reading materials and social media is hard to stomach, but maybe I have something to learn from it.
- I honestly don’t know why I bother posting anything on Facebook anymore. At this point, I’m fine with posting F-related things there (and on its Meta sister site Instagram) and leaving it at that. Nobody online cares about my baseball thoughts or other uninvited opinions, which is part of the reason I have this space. Here, I can post purely for my own enjoyment, and I don’t have to be reminded by the visible lack of response that it’s being ignored.
- In some respects, I have become less empathetic as I grow older. I have slowly learned to be less thoughtful, less caring than I was in my youth. Some of it is laziness, I admit. Much of it is a defense mechanism after years of feeling overlooked and finding my own kindnesses — particularly toward those for whom I cared the most — unrecognized. Thoughtfulness eventually had become pointless to me. I’ve edited a lot of my friend circles for this reason.
- Caring hurts. That said, I also understand that I am still called to be charitable and kind. So, this is how I try to move forward, despite my unfortunate tendencies in recent years.
As always, onward.
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Forgot yesterday. Again. Streak back at 1.
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F actually did this one while we were waiting in the Portillo’s drive-thru line after Mass. I may start outsourcing my Wordle more often.
Frannie broke in her I-escaped-middle-school gift from her Auntie Eleanor—a stand mixer—this afternoon with buttery pretzel bites.
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The Wordle is about as much as I can do half the time these days.
Only the second time I’ve done this in two.
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Our Memorial Day weekend baking experiment: Zimtsterne, a German/Swiss cinnamon cookie made with almond meal, powdered sugar, and egg white, baked in a 250-degree oven on a hot day. Only 4 grams of carbs per 3-cookie serving!
I know the frosting is traditional, but thinking these might be better coated with powdered sugar (see the star in the lower right). F proposed the frosting might work better as a dip for the cookies.
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Excellent girls’ day out with F: splurged on new manga and a new D&D book; had breakfast and lunch out with lots of good talks; and binge-watched a lot of anime. Grateful.
Hope this bodes well for a summer of recalibrating after a rough end to middle school.
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My kid is learning the hard way how much teenage girls can really suck toward one another.
Starting to experience PTSD all over again from my junior high and high school years. My goal is to make sure my kid has more support through these years than I ever did.
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F is now a high school freshman. She wore Grandma Garcia’s diamond pendant, exactly a year and a day after her passing. Onward.
There are a couple of inevitable responses to a mass shooting in America: funerals and fundraisers, prayers from politicians and the resurfacing of one particular article from satirical site The Onion.
”’No Way To Prevent This,' Says Only Nation Where This Regularly Happens" has been republished 21 times in almost exactly eight years.”
I just saw a Uvalde shooting victim’s First Communion photo, and I am officially broken. Retiring from news and social media for a while.
Watched the two-part doc on the Kids in the Hall, “Comedy Punks,” hoping it might get me to like them. It didn’t work. I really want to like them (I’ve always thought Dave Foley was adorable, and I saw Scott Thompson outside a White Hen Pantry once in Chicago), but I can’t.
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