The Casey's clerk I met last night was planning to travel to Colorado, with her 4 kids and spouse, through the oncoming snowstorm, and into the already established mountain snowpack, for Christmas with the in-laws.
She seemed upbeat, but I would be cancelling.
I'm realizing more and more that I don't have a clue how to relate to teenagers.
I'm realizing more and more that I don't have a clue how to relate to teenagers.
I've spent so long pinning all my hopes on evenings of free time. It's difficult to break free from that. I need to minimize my expectations for what I can do in an evening. All the potential for self actualization does not rest in a single evening. And when you just need downtime, that's what you should be doing. Let your soul be your pilot. And your weariness is real But I also need to get a job.
The dilemma of "having a large, complex soul" that somehow in public manifests as a "thin, glassy trickle." From the Joyce Carol Oates feature in the 11/27 New Yorker. Struck me.
Recently began to use one of the British male Siri voices, and that was a good decision. They're better than the Americans.
My best friends are the librarians
On a side note, I tried to read Lauren Groff. Yes, Obama loved her - along with many others. It didn't click with me. Can't get past the name "Lotto." Lancelot? Give me a break. Who has time for it.
Johnny Marr finding that Gibson L-5 at the guitar shop was my favorite moment from this past months' New Yorkers.
Soccer practice in late November is maybe more tolerable than in mid August. But when it's breezy and about 50, things could feel better. Thank goodness for my midwestern wardrobe.
Do you ever see a random cozy building corner or an overpass and think That's where I would move if I didn't have housing.
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