Three Things April 2022

Three things that make a lot of sense to me

1. Always having water and a book with me wherever I go

2. Reusable everything over convenience trash

3. Batch cooking

Three things that do not make sense to me

1. Eating meals off of paper plates in your home as the rule, not the exception

2. Being out here on Al Gore's internet and saying you are sick of hearing people's opinions about current events and issues, as if the internet is a place where only opinions on things you give opinions on are allowed

3. Why humans chose taxes and credit scores and 40 hour work weeks out of any damn path. We work more than medieval peasants. What the fuck are we doing out here, fam? Add onto this defending Elon Musk, as if he needs defending or as if you will ever be the same richness and need the same defending. This is not the way and he is not the one.

Three things I’d like to explore 

1. A long road trip, dogs in tow, in which I work remotely along the way

2. DIY YouTube

3. If I can/want to make it through a season using only five nail polishes out of the zillions I own

Three things I have no interest in 

1. Royal family squabbles

2. Side hustles

3. Self help/motivational books

Three things I have more than enough of but always want to buy

1. Hand towels

2. Pretty ceramics and unique dishes/glasses

3. Sunglasses

Three things I am always in search of

1. The perfect lip balm that has color that stays more than three minutes and is hydrating

2. Brown spot corrector that actually works

3. The perfect pillow

Things I've recently checked off of my To Do list

1. Deep clean using cool grout scrubber I got for Christmas 

2. Small spackle spots at the shore

3. Dentist appointment

Things I have had on my To Do list forever

1. Blog posts that contain actual writing. Almost everyone I talk to is not feeling bad, but definitely not feeling like themselves in this world right now, which we communicate to each other in an almost bewildered manner? If that's you, you probably understand why the blog posts sit there, unfinished. Managing existence continues to be more challenging and tiring than it was pre-Covid, and I'm pretty sure as we "return to normal" most of us have no fucking idea what normal should look like for us in daily practice anymore

2. Renew passport

3. Find someone to replace Philly doors

Three things I'm loving right now

1. Sleep

2. The look of everything in bloom - not the feel of it in my head/nose, but the look is on point

3. Back to 1-3 days a month in the office

Three things I'm hating right now

1. Passwords. MF'ing passwords

2. Contractors that won’t get back to me. Are you still in business, MFer?

3. Running for the train

You? 

 

On Wednesdays we talk weather, weed, and waiting on full spring

Checking in. It's Wednesday. Weather chat like old people do. It's seasonal spring and it's calendar spring, and it is probably climate change spring in the northeast. The wind has been absolutely inhospitable, a burning assault one needs to lean into and push through. The morning chill remains through most of the days. It's always colder at the shore in the spring by a mile, but this is absurd right now. Upstate in PA Lori is under a lot of snow and without power going on day two, and can we just say screw an April winter? Really. Screw it. Go away, Third Winter.

I want chapped lips and dry skin to miraculously disappear. 

I want to spend lunch hours outside feeling sun on bare arms, mainlining the vitamin D right through the skin, be out on my last dog walk of the night moving through air that is so perfect it feels like a whisper of silk, exist with windows open day and night, and drink morning coffee and watch the day fade away both comfortably from the front porch. Comfortably is the key word. I don't mind a light blanket but I'm not doing it shivering in a coat. 

I want to put the socks, winter coats, and electric blankets away.  

At least the food is good in this period of fool's spring - I made beef tips with gravy and served it over rice with a side of asparagus. It was delicious and easy. I'm cooking through the freezer and pantry and I had all the items. Also on the menu this week are long pants, two layers up top, socks, heavy duty lotion and big guns lip balm.

I'm not even a person that tends to be cold, I swear.

Is it too much to ask that spring arrive and stay for a while instead of shooting us right into heat and humidity? Probably.

You know what is here on time? The tree pollen, which kills my eyes in the spring.

I'm existing on Netgalley advanced reader copies, Fleetwood Mac, coffee, cardigan sweaters, and dreams of perfect weather this week. 

Happy belated birthday to Gail! It was yesterday.

And Happy 4/20 - decriminalize weed, expunge records, legalize it, and give the licenses to Black people as a form of reparations. Alcohol and opioids, both legal, have destroyed more lives, futures, families, and communities than marijuana by a mile. And that's that on that.

 

Wide open spaces

When I first started this blog (nine years ago last week), I would just throw some shit at the wall every day. It was mostly lists, almost a week full of Thursday thoughts. I wasn't flexing any writing muscles. I didn't care what it looked like. Life in the time of Corona calls for a return to those ways. I'll sit down in my spaces online however I please, just like I sit down in my spaces in person. 

In Corona Land, my brain reaches capacity much more quickly on any given day than it did before March, and I wonder if some of that is me taking up space with maybe I'll write a whole post about that or maybe I'll put that in Thursday Thoughts. So fuck it, I'm not going to hold it anymore, I'll share it whenever and however.  

Speaking of fuck it, yesterday someone commented on a facebook status of mine clucking over my language. I had used  the word fuck multiple times. Hello, do you know me? She was unfriended immediately, because I am a 43 year old woman and I don't accept tone policing from anyone, regardless of relationship. Anyone and everyone can fuck off out of here with that. I will use words where and when I choose, because as Tabitha Brown says, that's my business. And if you are an adult, whatever you want to do is your business as long as it's not hurting anyone else.

In the time of corona, so many people out there are wondering how to show up in their spaces online. The answer is however the fuck you want. However you feel like it. That might be different every day. And that's okay, because that's your business. 

Anyway. Those other things floating around. 

I am so sick of food. Thinking about it, even eating it. Definitely cooking it. I feel like the joy I used to have in cooking is gone. I don't know why. I am living on veggies and dip. And Snickers ice cream bars. They have made a massive comeback in my life this year.

Tech writing has me looking up ehs management software, darton sleeve installation, Canadian doors, and knowing all manner of things I'd normally not know. I actually contributed to a conversation about generators with Laura last week from a previous tech writing escapade. I think we were both surprised.

Friends of ours had to put their under four year old big lovable galoot of a dog down last night due to aggressive cancer and I am just devastated for them. 

I don't give a fuck about your politics but to see so many men and women insinuate Kamala Harris slept her way to her position is fucking vile. Check your misogyny - check that internalized misogyny too, ladies. Also your president is a serial cheater and brags about just kissing women and grabbing them by the pussy. So fucking stop.

I need to get back into my acupuncturist. Soon. It's been over five months and I'm hurting. I think she's open again. I should also get an ergonomic desk chair. 

I'll add it to the list. And maybe to make some brain room I'll post that here on Friday in a sloppily put together fashion.

Tl, dr: show up in your spaces however the fuck you want and have a good day!