In your charity, please hold us in your prayers and thoughts. Can’t talk specifics, but we have been in a holding pattern of anticipatory grief this past week.
Blessings to all, whether you celebrate the holiday or not.
I spend a lot of time on Threads lately. Waiting.
Meme therapy: The rest we need
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So much I want to write about right now: Tuesday night’s enrichment session for catechists at my parish; my health concerns; the “Friends” clip binging habit I’ve recently developed and really would like to break; and the passing of Padres owner Peter Seidler. But it’s 2 a.m. and it’s time for me to get to bed. G’night. Later.
Meme therapy: How to start your morning
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Life goal.
Currently fascinated with the BBC4 Shipping Forecast.
It’s apparently a British institution and a reliable way to lull people to sleep over there.
It reminds me of NOAA weather radio, which I still miss on the weather band radio on my first Forester – except the BBC announcers aren’t stiff and robotic like the NOAA broadcasts. In fact, the BBC voices are indeed incredibly soothing.
I still have no idea what much of the four-times-daily broadcast means, but I hope to learn – at least enough not to giggle every time I hear about the Isles of Scilly.
Meme therapy: Workplace anxiety …
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All three of us are down with flu-ish symptoms after getting the Covid and flu vaccines yesterday. F stayed home this morning while I wrangled 18 First Communion students during CCD and Mass.
Also, here’s a cat.
Where you’ll find me, revisited
Finally on Bluesky, thanks to a colleague who had an invite to share. Definitely feels like The Cool Media Kids’ Table found a place to land. At the very least, it’s definitely a better place than Threads for breaking news.
After lingering on it for a few days, I finally posted a couple of things; nothing major. I’ll likely just stick to my practice of mostly lurking there.
So, I’m revisiting my list of places where I spend my social media time:
- Threads
- Bluesky
- X (yeah, I’m disappointed in myself, too)
- Micro.blog (blogging here only; done with the community part)
- Mastodon
Click the Linktr.ee part of the nav above to find some of these spots.
You know you’re tired when reading the subtitles on an anime episode is exhausting.
For F’s baptismal birthday, I used to get her religious icons or books.
This year? I got her D&D dice that look like wedges of cheese.
Please don’t tell my parish priest.
This is Charlie (also known as Charles Edgar Cheeserton III, or Dipper). He appears to be a beagle/basset mix. Brought him home from the shelter yesterday.
This is as close to a 20th wedding anniversary gift as we’ve given ourselves this week. And Winter the Anxiety Dog has never been happier.
Weeding the “Gardens” again
Still thinking about the film “Grey Gardens” as I listen to a “Grey Gardens” podcast and wait for my membership to a “Grey Gardens” Facebook group.
Here’s what I wrote in part to join that FB group (edited):
“I’ve been meaning to watch the movie for years; finally viewed it, and there was an immediate connection, particularly with Little Edie, who I now consider my newest patron saint. It was also triggering, as Big Edie reminds me too much of my own late … mother and Little Edie lives the life my older sister ended up living with her. … I thought (a) there but for the grace of God go I, and (b) my heart breaks for Little Edie as it does for my own sibling.
“There’s certainly many things far deeper than all that in this film, but that initial connnection was my gateway into this wonderful world.”
Little Edie Beale may be my newest patron saint.
"Grey Gardens" should come with a trigger warning
I should be prepping for my CCD class this weekend. Instead, I’m finally watching “Grey Gardens,” the 1975 documentary I’ve been meaning to watch for years.
I’m halfway through it and it’s setting off all sorts of triggers. The dysfunction and the squalor and the loneliness is hitting entirely too close to home. And seeing Little Edie’s abusive, narcissistic mother snuff out her daughter’s life is downright killing me.
Even so, I anticipate multiple viewings.
What I’m reading as I watch:
“I think they’re highly underrated in terms of the zeitgeist,” Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails said in a phone interview. “Devo challenged the idea of what a rock band could be. It felt like rock was mutating. It made me realize, ‘Oh, there aren’t any rules. You know, you can do anything.’”
Meme therapy: Toxic positivity
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My head just exploded.
Posted a list of interests in hopes that the omnipotent Threads algorithm will help me find my tribe there. Not optimistic, but what the hell.
Even if I don’t get a lot of response, it’s still an interesting exercise.
Meme therapy: Well-intended sayings
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“It’s a good evening to experiment,” we said.
F said the resulting roasted Peep (left over from her Easter basket from months ago) looked like “it has yellow fever.” But she ate it and decided it met more than enough of her sugar quota for her to forgo a s’more.
It’s autumn in the Midwest.
I’m in my late 50s. I do not appreciate stress acne at this point in my life.