I flinch at posts that complain about engagement, but connections seem to be pretty minimal lately at my end of Threads. It’s probably me pulling back on commenting and responding as much; I just don’t have the energy to respond to what sometimes can feel like a 24/7 cocktail party.
Social media, like this blog, is mostly me shouting into the void, and I generally prefer it that way. But when the crickets seem loudest is when I feel like I need that interactivity the most.
It’s the North American pretzel cat. Impressed she could ball herself up like that.
My daughter turns 16 today. Had a hard time getting out of bed b/c a grief wave hit me; my sister would have sent her a ton of emojis and celebratory all-caps texts by now.
E came over for 2 weeks after F was born to do all the things a grandma would have done after a grandchild is born. (Our mom was growing frail by then and, we learned later, in the early stages of dementia.) E adored her niece.
I hate when the grief waves hit like this.
When I don’t have to teach straight out of the textbook, CCD can be fun, especially when prizes are involved. Then again, you get a vision of the kids who are headed for a life of gambling addiction. 😐
Heard Nirvana’s cover of “The Man Who Sold the World” while driving this afternoon. Hearing it again on the coffeehouse’s stereo just now. Somewhere, Kurt Cobain (or David Bowie) is trying to tell me something.
Nine years ago today: This could explain where I’ve ended up spiritually for Lent this year.
My blog presence for the next 6 months or so probably will be 80% baseball and 20% work procrastination—although there’s a giant Venn diagram overlap between the two.
Life goal: Start each day just like this.
Sigh.
Hope it’s not too late for me. 😐
Good morning and Happy Opening Day for all who celebrate.
Oh, look. Mommy’s first beta-blockers.
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Three years ago today: My kid escaped the clutches of pandemic learning and went back to in-person school.
Coming soon.
Seven years ago today: No.
I will be watching Ryan Gosling’s performance from the Oscars telecast on a constant loop tomorrow. That is all.
Eight years ago today: Baby’s first infographic.
Nothing like the fast food of my people to cheer up the soul.
Eleanor gave me this art for Christmas the year she had her first stroke. She didn’t bother with her art and greeting card work in the last 6 months before her passing, especially when she lost use of her right arm and hand. I can’t help but think that this inability to create led to her decline.
Taking her voice to heart at the start of my 58th year.
This is my first birthday without my sister. I already miss her texting me a crapton of cake emojis or leaving silly voicemail singing “Happy Birthday” to me.
I’ve not been keen on this day in recent years. I don’t see that changing.
Even so, as Lin Brehmer would say, it’s great to be alive. Onward.
No, I will not follow my employer’s social media accounts. (Except on LinkedIn, which I rarely use.)
Listening to the New Heights podcast, and Jason Kelce tossed off a line about Yoko Ono. “You mean the speed skater?” Travis Kelce asked. He didn’t appear to be kidding.
I like the Kelce brothers. I’m going to figure it’s a generational thing and move on with my life.
Went to bed at a reasonable hour. It’s now almost 9 a.m. Still can’t bring myself to get up and trudge downstairs to the home office to start the work week. I’ll get there and put in my usual 8+ hours. Eventually.
It’s been like this most work days the past few months. Daily “Sunday scaries” each and every morning. 😬
Gave up giving up on Threads for Lent. I’ve had a particularly rough week or two of wrestling with grief and exhaustion and spiritual emptiness, and the connections I make through Threads bring me comfort in a way that dealing with people I know personally cannot.
(I can post on Threads but can’t bring myself to return texts from friends and family. That sounds screwed up, I know, but there it is.)
