Hi Darling Ones, I trust you all survived Thanksgiving relatively unscathed and are girding your loins for the holiday season. My Thanksgiving soup was wonderful, my monster cookies were ugly but delicious, and yet I fell into a puddle of sadness and now I’m drowning in a pit of despair I can’t climb out of There was a sadness triple-whammy that I wasn’t quick enough to dodge. #1. The obvious. it was the first holiday after my Dad & Uncle…
Hey Darling Ones, When it comes to holidays, Thanksgiving ranks pretty low on the list. The tops are Christmas, My Birthday, Rex Manning Day, and National Donut Day (which sometimes falls on my birthday). Thanksgiving is a dud for me. I haven’t eaten Thanksgiving Turkey in 25 years and I hate pie and football. This is not a holiday designed for me. What I usually like about Thanksgiving is how much my brother-in-law loves it. He loves cooking the dinner…
So Twitter has turned into a giant block party where ever single attendee is standing on a box holding a sign that says, “THE END IS NEAR.” Well, some of them have signs that say, “THE END IS HERE.” Really, they’ve been calling Twitter dead for the past two weeks. It’s starting to feel a little bit like the last few days of college where you’re convinced each time you see someone it’s gonna be the last time so you…
Hi Darling Ones, I woke up at the crack of 10 a.m. this morning to a snowy Monday. It is, for the record, the eleventy-leventh grey day of November thus far. It feels like 10 a.m. all day because the light never changes until it’s dark at 4 p.m. The dying of the light has been particularly brutal this year for all the reasons you already know. I won’t enumerate them for the eleventy-leventh time. I’m setting the dreary scene…
Hey Darling Ones, Today I finished Blanket #29 (pictured above). It is lovely and I cannot wait to give it the recipient who is not expecting it. Whenever I finish a blanket I feel simultaneously proud of my accomplishment and a little shitty because past criticism always echoes in my head. Years ago at a Family Dinner, my nephew’s girlfriend complimented me on a blanket I made. Maybe she also called me creative, I don’t remember the compliments. I just…
So, Darling Ones, Back in like 2016 or so, my dad made it very clear that when he died he did not want a service of any kind. As his health grew increasingly dire over the past two or so years, he frequently reiterated this desire. When he died in September we honored his wishes and did nothing. As an angry hermit who is not a fan of hugging people and hates funerals* I thought this would be right up…
