Thursday, August 11, 2022

Thursday Thoughts - Everything's all right, I'll just say good night and I'll show myself to the door

Blooms. Monday morning nothing, today something.
I am the toilet paper replacer. Sunday, in a public restaurant. Tuesday, private event at someone's home I don't know. Wednesday, my own home. I need to accept that this is part of my journey.
Summer foods, make me feel fiiiiiine.
Bruce's work day.
Every day is a good way to break generational cycles. Tuesday was my uncle's funeral services. My cousins and aunts did a wonderful job and the day was balanced between truth, grief, and laughter. It was great to sit with my cousins after. We don't see each other like we did when we were young. We are spread out and people have their own lives, families, and in-laws. We can be in touch more, and we're going to get a family weekend on the books next year at the shore. Every time something devastating and unexpected happens, we are all given an extra opportunity to be better going forward. That's ours to take or not.

Fetterman for PA. MFD and I attended a private event in Mt. Airy on Tuesday night with Senator Murphy from CT, John Fetterman and his wife Giselle. It was great to see John out in his typical hoodie as his typical self after his stroke earlier this year. 
I've heard enough from old white men. Period.

Happy birthday Carol! Our family activities director, one of the Musketeers, and a great adventure companion, stepmom, mother-in-law, and Cici!

Happy birthday Jared today also, a member of our framily via Stephen

No, YOU panic lost your bra in a bag at the mammogram place. In my defense, it was early, I was hangry, and I had no coffee. Get your yearly checks everyone!

You can mail your poop. Since I'm 45 and am removed enough from any familial history with colon cancer or issues, my first option was Cologard where your doctor facilitates a box being mailed to you, and you poop in it and send it to be tested and if it's okay you do not have to get a colonoscopy yet. Mailing poop. 2022. What a time to be alive. No photos of this. You're welcome. But take these tests please!

The reaction to this raid from the GOP is Anti-democracy. Anti-America. We are literally talking about a man who hired the current FBI Director, and who made it a point to sign a stricter law about confidential files, making it a felony. The party of Law & Order needs to apply that to everyone, including themselves. You're all fucking dangerous. Stop it.

Beauty this week. In Mt. Airy. Under the burgeoning Sturgeon Moon.

What appears beyond the hyphen in Thursday Thoughts titles is what I'm listening to when I'm starting this - this week is Friends in Low Places by Garth Brooks, for my uncle

Monday, August 8, 2022

Snippets of the weekend 8.8.2022

Half at the shore, half in Philly. A quick hour on the beach after work. Cleaning and organizing our apartment. Walkable errands on Friday night, which are my favorite kind of errands. Contact paper project on our dresser. Tried the ice cream taco at Aloha (eh). Tomato sandwich season.

A hug with Jenny & Evan and the kids before they left town Saturday. An appointment for a window and door quote. An easy turnover with a house left in good shape so I could focus on some of the other things that are extra or that MFD typically does - cleaning window AC filters, vacuuming the porch rug, changing porch cushions, reorganizing linens, changing out bed pillows that have gone flat or lumpy. Catching up with neighbors about a fall project we're doing that will impact them. Catching up with incoming guests who have been with us for years and are some of our favorites. 

Saturday afternoon on the beach followed by an easy drive back to Philly, sushi pickup, and The Offer on Paramount+.

Sunday morning puttering. Painting my nails with something other than a nail restorer for the first time in weeks after the gel manicure from hell. Brunch in the city with Chris & Diana at The Dandelion

Pedicure at Sweetie's Nails (OPI Purple Palazzo Pants) in one of the many dying strip malls around. Power Breakfast Muffins to freeze. 

In addition to snippets here, I've taken to doing weekending reels on Instagram if you are interested. 

Thursday, August 4, 2022

Thursday Thoughts - If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine

Season winding down. We've entered August, the storied month where the crowds and our regular rental season wind down. We have two returning guests coming in in September, and a few family and friends coming through also that are not rentals although still have us occupied, but we are in the home stretch of rental season and are really looking forward to that and our great returning guests the next three weeks. Only one unknown to us guest left this summer. And a full list of fall house projects already. 
Happy birthday Evan! Happy to spend time with him, Jenny, and their kids on their vacation week. We made sure all the shades of blue and green were represented the other night.
Back at it. Zumba yesterday with all the 65+ crowd, which is mostly who attends community center classes in this shore town LOL. 
GenX forever. Also Wrestlemania coming to Philly!
Ivana in the grave reel. Have you seen this? It is hilarious in a macabre way, of course. Before anyone is like how is that funny your former grifter cult leader insurrectionist anti-America president buried his ex on a golf course to set himself up for business tax relief. Fuck off out of here. The nickname Don the Con didn't come out of nowhere.

Farmers Market stuff. Plus plums, peaches, cherries, and some amazing pizza from Tony's
My uncle died this week, and I'm still trying to process this. The best way for me to do that is writing, which I did in an IG caption. Continued love and support to my cousins and their families as well as my two aunts who have so much of their lives intertwined with his through shared history and children.

There is.

After work life. 7 pm swims. Coastal grandmother vibes. Soupy, sticky air.
A tale of two hobbies that coexist well. Reading and fishing.
Dog days of summer. 
PACT Act passes to help veterans exposed to burn pits and other toxins, no thanks to a bunch of GOP Senators who are allegedly for the troops. Except Rand Paul, who is apparently just outwardly not anymore. He does not support paying for healthcare for vets because they cannot prove where their illnesses come from. It's weird that a man who has the very best healthcare coverage available does not want to pay for healthcare for people that put their lives on the line for this country. He has consistently voted for tax cuts for corporations and the 1%  without care for how much money that would cost us as a nation but draws the line at military veterans possibly gaming the system, just like he voted against sick 9/11 first responders. Hmm. Who is voting for this person and people like him? And why are you doing that?

Abortion. The people of Kansas overwhelmingly voted in favor of keeping abortion rights protected in their state Constitution. Atlanta gets an Abortion Fund. A 19 year old woman raises over $2M in response to disgusting misogynist pedophile underage sex trafficker rep from FL Matt Gaetz's anti-abortion remarks. The vast majority of Americans agree abortion should be legal. Stop electing people that go against majority opinion. That is not democracy when minority rule strangles all of us. Yellow backgrounds collected by DesignMom, periwinkle backgrounds collected by femislay

What appears beyond the hyphen in Thursday Thoughts titles is what I'm listening to when I'm starting this - this week is Ripple by The Grateful Dead

Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Snippets of the Weekend 8.1.2022

Time with great friends you have known forever, pink skies, red wine, lingering too long in the backyard, and burgers in a Krispy Kreme makeshift bun are always cures for what ails you - thanks to Frank & Amanda for being the hosts with the mosts at their annual backyard barbecue.
Even when what ails you is a truly dirty turnover. Just nauseating. Including all that food and bev shoved behind a mattress on the top floor.

Those things were Saturday. Friday night I was at the shore solo with Billy. Sunday we hit the beach with Evan, Jenny, Griffin, and Quinn and I peaced out on the couch Sunday night to close out the weekend.

In addition to snippets here, I've taken to doing weekending reels on Instagram if you are interested. 

Last week's shit

This was originally titled maybe Thursday, maybe Friday. Now it's the next Wednesday, I'm a day late and a dollar short, but I edited some tenses. I don't use this space nearly like I used to, but thanks for storing the memories nonetheless.

Skies last week.
I meant to take something out of the freezer for dinner. But I didn't.

Applicable to America in particular.
Dinner at Guiseppe & Sons with Melissa last Tuesday. Loved the vibe of the restaurant, and the food - too dark to take photos inside, need flashlight to read menu but here's a photo of my pistachio cannoli the next day - and it was great to catch up with Melissa face to face. 

Liz Warren stumping for John Fetterman for Senate at Roy-Pitz Barrel House on Thursday night.
Mr. Teeth got his teeth done on Monday.

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