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…
Hi Darling Ones, When the Anger Stage of grief set in I didn’t expect it to be a free-floating sort of annoyance that plagues my every waking minute. The Anger Stage of grieving was supposed to involve fist-shaking at the clouds, “ohh, I’m angry these people* I loved died.” Mine is nothing like that. I’m angry all the time about everything. I can’t remember what I pinned the anger to yesterday, but today it’s the motherfucker who ding-donged my doorbell…
Oh Darling Ones, Despite the positive upswing on Friday, my Uncle Danny died last night. He was my mom’s twin brother and only 71. He loved Minnesota sports, his son, Billy, and the song “Hotel California.” One Thanksgiving my siblings and I spent the entire evening trying to get his Android phone to play “Hotel California” whenever his phone rang. As iPhone users we failed in this mission because we could not even find the song on his phone. Danny…
Dear Darling Ones, I frequently like to tell my BFK that I’m going to invest a lot of money into crystals and place them around my house for the benefits of their juju. Or vibes. Or whatever. “You don’t really believe in that, do you?” She asks, her face scrunching up in an expression halfway between skepticism and concern. “Not really,” I’ll say. “But it can’t hurt!” Or I’ll say, “No, but they are pretty.” Or, “I do really like…
