From punishing to pleasurable, how cursive writing is looping back into our hearts (Washington Post)
Anybody out there have a “morning pages” habit? Do you keep it up in an analog fashion, or do you do so digitally (say, on a website like 750words.com)?
I’m terrible with disciplines like this, but I’m considering giving this a shot for the possible therapeutic benefit.
Libation on a cloudy evening: Lithuanian honey liqueur and soda water. Tastes faintly like ouzo, but a bit sweeter. 📷
Went to the city for brunch with friends I haven’t seen in years. Almost backed out because I feel so old and pudgy. I mean, I am old and pudgy. But it turns out we’re all old, and only some of us are pudgy — but it turns out that’s okay.
Random photo: Rome, ME, June 2018. After a long work week, wishing we were there. 📷
Three straight late evenings of work at home is enough. Time for a civilized night’s rest. ‘Night.
So, I had to guess my kid’s favorite color during Curriculum Night. I said “blue, pink, or purple.”
She said “cerulean, violet, or rose.”
I wasn’t necessarily wrong.
Cerulean? Who the hell says “cerulean” in fifth grade?
This, incidentally, is B.K., short for Bright Lights, Big Kitty. He gets into my occasional photos of new beer/cider finds. He does not have a drinking problem, but then that could explain why he’s apparently been a lousy mouser in recent months. 📷
Okay, now I’m feeling guilty about this whole mousetrap thing. Maybe I’d feel less guilty if we just got a second cat to hunt them down in a circle-of-life kind of deal.
I just heard the loud “whack” of one of my husband’s mousetraps succeeding. I wish there was a far kinder (but effective) way to get rid of mice. All I know is that (1) I don’t want mice in my house, and (2) We really need to dock the cat’s pay for slacking on the job.
There’s hope for me yet.
Why Being Lazy Is Actually Good For You (Time)
Survival Of The Sluggish: Scientists Find An Upside To A Low Metabolism (NPR)
Deleted a tweet with my use of the phrase “rat-faced she-hyena with ’80s feathered hair” regarding a fallen senatorial candidate. Guess I’m finally growing up.
I don’t necessarily care about this story. I just like the use of the word “lickspittle” in the headline.
Can Trump find a sufficiently devoted lickspittle to replace Don McGahn? (Washington Post)
Is it wrong to look at my screen and audibly tell Facebook that no, I don’t really want more friends from you? And that I don’t even want to follow most of the friends you have for me already?
Sigh. And with that, I think I’ve done enough working into the wee hours. Good night.
Random photo: Bangor, ME, August 2016. 📷
“… there is no greater thrill, as a kid, than looking into the gaping maw of human depravity from the comfort of your bed.”
A touch of the macabre in children’s books is nothing to be scared of (Guardian UK)
I love living near a city that holds a CatVideoFest. (Ticket sales benefit local cat charities and shelters.)
“The Hispanic community are Iowans. They have the same values as Iowans. As far as I’m concerned, they’re Iowans with better food.” (Rob Tibbetts, eulogizing his slain daughter, Mollie, as quoted in the Des Moines Register)
Random photo: Elmhurst, IL, December 2012. 📷
(One of my favorite photos—one that suddenly feels far away as F goes deeper into the tween years.)
“Surprising”?
I’ve tried four of these. Added to the bucket list: Head to Texas and try this Big Red stuff.
Five sodas that are actually worth drinking (Daily Beast)
“John McCain, in death, is performing the unifying function that the incumbent president is congenitally incapable of performing.”
As a Nation Mourns McCain, Trump Is Conspicuously Absent (New York Times)
Went Pokémon hunting this afternoon with the 10-year-old from the comfort of an air-conditioned Forester. We’ll hike around for Pokémon, like our ancestors did, when it’s not as hot as Mercury out there.
Happy National Dog Day from Winslow and me. 📷
Backpack blessed at church today; St. Paul token (top left) and St. Benedict medal attached. The fifth grader is now officially ready for school. 📷
