It’s finally snowing after a long dry spell. I don’t relish driving in the snow but those fires this summer …
I am having a quiet morning in Fort Collins. My sweetheart didn’t sleep well and it’s slippery and cold out so I get to hang out in my robe and write. Two of my favorite things.
Last night his housemate made latkes and applesauce for Hanukkah.
The rest of the night was low-key. We watched The Nest which is, FYI, not a thriller. It was interesting in that it was well acted, methodical, and not an action film or rom-com, but it was a bummer. As if I need to watch other people’s lives fall apart … for entertainment.
I’ve been having so many dreams lately. I don’t know why they are so prevalent these days, but I like to think of it is astral projection. My mind is traveling when my body can’t.
Did I have crazy and intricate dreams last night? Yep. But they weren’t interesting enough to write about.
Maybe it’s my relief stemming from the election bullshit finally calming down is giving my mind some room to play. God, was that even a real sentence? Whatever. No one reads this shit anyway.
I have been seeing more of Tabby lately. My life, though busier, seems to have more space in it.
We managed to get a walk in before the weather arrived. Chief found a stick. I like how tall Tabby looks. She is tall, I think six feet. I love that about her.
I took Bartleby for a hike with Chief. It was an extremely strenuous ordeal for him.
He’s good at hitching rides.
We ran into this saucy little minx on a walk the other day. Micah scored, big time.
He likely could have gone for the belly but I had Chief on leash which made the cat a little skittish. But not much. She was ready to fight him.
I’ve had a somewhat renewed interest in cooking. I love eggplant and saw this recipe …
I didn’t use this recipe, but I made my own version, accompanied by a Greek salad and tahdig.
Last night I was looking over my sweetheart’s shoulder as he scrolled Instagram. His feed is, like, 98% hot woman in almost no clothes. Now we have many of those people in common because we know them in real life, but there was a part of me that felt a little insecure. So I decided to fight fire with fire. I posted these selfies so instead of seeing dogs on my feed, he saw these …
That’s not a zit on my ass, it’s the incision from where I have my hormones implanted. As if that’s what you are looking at. Also, let’s hear it for good angles.
I got the Spotify end-of-year recap. It wasn’t a surprise.
Tokimonsta’s Realla was my favorite song of last year, I doubt it will lose many points this coming year. I love it and her. I can’t wait to see her in concert again.
Also, how beautiful is Anderson Paak? Good lord.
One of my distant cousins … let’s see, my father’s cousin’s son … wrote a book. He’s a young man, I don’t know him well, but I saw on social that he published a book. I bought a copy to show him some support. I’d like to think that if one of my kids wrote a book, their relatives would show up for them. I’ll be reviewing it on Amazon after I’m done, I’m really happy for him and impressed at his accomplishment.
And speaking of accomplishments …
He was eleven when we met, Micah was a newborn. I loved Perry from the day we met and I’m in awe of what a wonderful job his mother did of raising him – largely on her own – and the beautiful relationship they have. My boys worship him.
Would I mind if my kids turned out like him? Not at all.
There is a lot of grief in the air right now, both personally an internationally. 3500 people are dying a day from Covid-19. It makes sense that people must compartmentalize how we feel about this grim fact. It is almost too much to comprehend, the lives shattered literally every three seconds. I found this helpful.
I am loving all the wisdom out there, and how easy it is to have it delivered. I’m a big fan of Ester Perel. I’ve read her books and heard her interviewed many times, she does not bullshit anyone about the human condition.
I text stuff to my kids all the time that I think they will enjoy. Micah is into bears, his first stuffy was DeeDa, given to him by Perry’s mother, incidentally. It’s a bear in a bunny suit.
Casey had Bubu, the hippo.
Just incase you think Casey got preferential treatment that Halloween …
Anyway, I saw this hippo stuff and had to send them to him …
In looking for pictures of my boys and their lovies, I came across a photo of Casey and Julian, MPT’s son, so I sent it to her.
This is a slow news day post. No existential dread or manic euphoria, just a wintery catch up, I hope you are all well.