I have a method for eating candy canes, and it’s not good but it’s mine and I’m keeping it.
Objectively, I understand the best, tidiest, most prolonged way to eat a candy cane is to start at the bottom of the shepherd’s crook–where the cane would strike the earth were it used for walking rocky hills searching for green bits and water. You cut the plastic there with scissors if you’re civilized or tear it … Continue Reading “On Candy Canes and Existential Dread”
This is Hazel.
She’s the one in the middle, bookended by my dogs, Zoey and Nyx.
I found Hazel on my porch today, just sitting like a good girl, patiently waiting to be let in so she could play with her friends.
Hazel, of course, wasn’t supposed to come over.
Hazel was supposed to stay home.
Hazel was self-isolating with her family, nine houses away from mine.
But Hazel snapped today.
Briefest of all possible entries today because a) I went grocery shopping which was exhausting in the Before Times and is all consuming now that we live in the After Time, so I’m pooped, and b) it’s my kids’ 17th Gotcha Day (aka, adoption day) so I’ll be spending the rest of the day celebrating. While sitting on my butt. Probably with a beer. And some ibuprofen. ‘Cause I know how to … Continue Reading “May the Fourth Be With You — The COVID Diaries: Staying Sane in a Time That’s Not”
This isn’t a real post.
This is a check-in because I haven’t written a real post.
In brief, here’s what’s happening around our house:
1. I’m writing. All the words. All the time. Morning ‘til night. Weekdays and weekends. Just writing and writing and writing. More soon.
2. The dog ate Greg’s dental night guards a couple weeks ago and it’ll be at least one more before he gets the replacements. That means all I’ve … Continue Reading “These Are Our Consecutive Weeks of Unprotected Grinding”