Category: haphazard bullet points

Move it to the exits…

Sara

March. Alright then. … Closing Time came out 25 years ago today. First of all, rude. Second, this means that this June marks twenty-five years since I graduated high school. Third, Hunter turned 25 years old in January. As I said, RUDE. … Last weekend marked four months since Joe died. We got together at my parents’ house on Saturday to celebrate my dad’s 80th birthday (the 5th). EIGHTY. Neither of my parents are interested… Keep reading…Move it to the exits…

Just setting a trap…

Sara

I still don’t like February. The last post was supposed to be the lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats, but it turned in a direction I didn’t anticipate and dumping meaningless numbers at the end of it just felt stupid. But now I can fill up another page with things I thought I was going to write about last time. … I was looking at the calendar, wondering why the 13th was standing out as… Keep reading…Just setting a trap…

Time on my hands…

Sara

January. 2023. Alright then. Joe has been gone two months already. It still feels impossible. Maybe it always will. In lieu of more depressing grief talk for the moment, I’m going to talk about snow and other innocuous things. Hey, guess what? … It has been blizzard-ing for two days. We are now far above average for snowfall so far this winter so that’s good news for the gawd-awful drought we’ve been in. However, it’s… Keep reading…Time on my hands…

Stray stream of light…

Sara

November. Week 138. Because whatever. Somehow it’s November. Already? or Only? depends on the day. Or hour. Minute to minute really. It’s also 76 degrees. In November. In Minnesota. That’s not normal. … I changed my blog theme. It’s nearly identical to my old theme. (It was designed by the same person.) But there are some subtle formatting bits that I liked better. I’m still tweaking settings and pieces of custom CSS and I had… Keep reading…Stray stream of light…

An ordinary Wednesday night…

Sara

And by ordinary I mean, it’s some late hour in the middle of the night and I’m not sleeping. Week 111…ish… It’s the end of April. Weather keeps swinging between hoodie weather and sub-freezing in 24 to 48 hour periods as Minnesota is wont to do. I recently had to be out of the house three days in a row and every single day it was pouring rain and snowing at the same time. It… Keep reading…An ordinary Wednesday night…

As of now there is no ground…

Sara

Somewhere in March. Week 106. I think. I keep starting and abandoning this thing because attention spans are for schmucks. People are once again convinced “it’s all over.” This happened last year too and it most definitely was not over. I will be happy to be wrong. But I don’t trust a goddamn thing anymore. (Not that I ever did. Especially when it comes to this Global Fucking Pandemic.) So I’m sticking with the glass-half-empty… Keep reading…As of now there is no ground…