Dear Darling Ones, The other night when I mentioned my penchant for tipping over the couch and watching TikTok to the Black Sheep I also mentioned that I’m not sure if I’m bored or depressed. It hadn’t occurred to me that I might be both. Oh, and for the record, I still don’t know. Work is really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,…
Hello Darling Ones, Last night, kind of spur of the moment, the Black Sheep (my writing group) had a little zoom call to catch up on what’s-a-goin’-on in these unprecedented times. It’s been months since we last caught up with each other. I’m not kidding you when I say seeing all their faces made me want to cry with happiness. Aside from BFK, who after…
Oh Darling Ones, We lost Eddie Van Halen today and hooboy his death has hit me right in the nostalgia feels. The scenes of my life soundtracked by Van Halen songs are flashing right before my eyes. Blink and I’m in Capone’s Arcade the summer of 1984. While I played I played Slade’s “Run, Runaway;” Billy Joel’s “For the Longest Time;” and The Clash’s “Rock…
Dear Darling Ones, I know you are eagerly anticipating all my TikTok thoughts, epiphanies, and other keen observations, but I’m still fucking exhausted and those things are gonna require a little more thought than I have the energy to give them at the moment. So, instead, in true SpinsterFormTM, I’m gonna talk about my cat. MY CAT! I’ve come a long way since my biggest…
Dear Darling Ones, I have a shitty, throbbing headache brought on by a combination of dehydration and a salty dinner. I cried a whole bunch today — buckets and buckets of tears. Nothing catastrophic happened. It’s just I had a really rough night sleep and today’s my niece Jaycie’s 23rd birthday and I finished up watching the final season of “Schitt’s Creek.” My emotions couldn’t…
Dear Darling Ones, You should know that my parents did not leave last night until 8:30 p.m. They really needed to debrief about my dad’s angiogram and the continuing hunt for a solution about why he’s randomly fainting and falling (last month he fell in the bathroom and broke his arm). I talked a lot of politics with my parents last night, mostly about Turnip…
Dear Darling Ones, I’m sitting here typing on my blog impatiently waiting for my mom to come over and pick up the coffee that BFK & Atom left for her. Yes, this does bring up a bunch of questions. For instance: why does my mom still get coffee from The Windmill? Why does she have to pick up here? Why am I involved in this…
Dear Darling Ones, My absolute favorite part of Matthew Sweet’s song “Sick of Myself” comes in at about 3:14 when you think the song is winding down and he says in a kinda growly way, “One more time.” Gah, it just fucking sends me. I’m sure I’ve listened to this song 92,184 times since it was released and every single time that “one more time”…
Dear Darling Ones, I skipped the presidential debate last night, and I’m angry about it. This might have been the first debate I missed since Clinton vs Bush I back in the early 90s. I didn’t expect to be angry about skipping it, but as I’ve said before the anger is a river of white-hot lava that is constantly flowing just below my surface and…
As far as I can remember there was not a big hubbub about the song “Brick” by Ben Folds Five being played on the radio. I do remember it was played on the radio about 938 times an hour, because it was a popular song during my gas station days when I spent 8-10 hours a shift listening to 90s alternative radio. My fellow GenXers,…
