Tradition is necessity. 2016 is the Year of the Monkey. 2011…The House… 2012…Denver Roadtrip… 2013…If it Ain’t One Thing… 2014…The Phantom Smoke Stench… 2015 was The Year of…I Don’t Even Know What Day it is Anymore… It’s been a weird year. That’s the best I can describe it. There was a lot of family drama caused by toxic people. There was a lot of money spent trying to find answers to chronic pain to no…
Christmas vacation. Sixteen days holed up in the bear cave. Late nights, lazy days, avoiding people, and enjoying every minute of it. 1.) We went to see the new Star Wars movie. We caught a $5 matinee at a near-empty theater. This one definitely makes up for that last set of movies. I had zero expectations so I was pleasantly surprised. And I need a BB-8 of my very own please and thank you. 2.)…
I finally got my ring back after two weeks without it. They always do a rhodium dip after repair so it’s all shiny and looks brand new again like day one. All is right in my demented little world. — Another Me Sister Hazel
Christmas is over. Bob still has a week of vacation. I have no idea what day it is. Our sleep schedule is hosed. We’ve eaten too many cookies. Adulthood: acting like lazy teenagers because we can. In between the pesky responsibility of being an adult. But hey…vacation. Christmas. Two days of familial social obligations. For two staunch introverts that’s a whole lot of human interaction. The day after we slept late and then took a…
…wait… It’s been raining…a lot…so…warm December it is. Minnesota. Rain. December. What. Anyway. No. Wait. I just looked out the window and it’s snowing. Joy. We took my ring in for its regular six-month inspection and they found a loose stone, so they had to send it out for repair. I am without my wedding ring for over two weeks. I don’t realize how much I fidget with my ring until I’m not wearing it….
Building a story soundtrack at two-something in the morning because sleep is for the weak. Every time I sit down to write here, my brain turns to mush, and I seem to get Vyvanse levels of incoherency happening up in this place. That’s probably a sign I should just step away from the internet, but…nah. There are days I think, I am thirty-six years old and wonder, how the hell am I that old and…
