31 December 2020
It’s tradition! The New Years Meme!
1. What did you do in 2020 that you’d never done before?
Be Part of History, or less charmingly: Quarantine
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Mostly, yes. We still need a new stove
3. My resolutions for 2021:
Finish painting the master bedroom. But like for real though.
Write more. This is a rerun, and will always be
Buy a damn stove, like, for real though
4. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Nope, no new babies this year.
5. Did anyone close to you die?
A few. None Covid related, by some miracle.
6. What countries did you visit?
7. What would you like to have in 2021 that you lacked in 2020?
Ability to move freely about the community
8. What dates from 2020 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
March 16 – first day of quarantine, when we thought it was temporary.
May – Something happened that was Ah-Mazing. (sorrynotsorry, not sharing)
November 7 – Faith in humanity was restored.
9. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
10. What was your biggest failure?
Not remaining hopeful.
11. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Quarantine has thankfully prevented this. Except for the smashed finger, cut
elbow, and bruised tailbone. Other than that, nope!
12. What was the best thing you bought?
Rosie the Robot. All Hail the Robots!
13. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Kevin, for persevering despite the challenges& taking care of the family
A friend who gave grace when it really wasn't expected
14. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
He Who Shan't Be Named and the people who support him.
15. Where did most of your money go?
Amazon. Kroger ClickList.
16. What did you get really excited about?
November Road Trip
17. What song will always remind you of 2020?
Even Though I’m Leaving – Luke Combs
Some People Do – Old Dominion
Hard to Forget - Sam Hunt
Save Me – Jelly Roll
18. Compared to this time last year, are you:
~ happier or sadder? Happier
~ thinner or fatter? Thinner (it’s okay to hate me)
~ richer or poorer? Better than last year #thanksCovid
19. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Leave the house
20. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Despair at the current state of affairs
21. How did you spend Christmas?
Quietly. Opened presents here at the house for the first time ever. Dinner prepared and
delivered by the family. West Wing marathon
22. Did you fall in love in 2020?
23. What was your favorite TV program?
Yikes, I've watched everything and nothing jumps to mind so I'll choose all time favorites: Doctor Who and Grey's Anatomy
24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
"No. I'm not a hater. It's a waste of time" is my standard answer but this year He Who Shan't Be Named is SO on the list. And his toadies.
25. What was the best book you read?
In the middle of it right now: Just One Damned Thing After Another
26. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Music from the new Country music tiktok artists
27. What did you want and get?
Roadtrip to the coast
28. What did you want and not get?
You know, I can’t
think of a single THING. More time with our friends
29. What was your favorite film of this year?
A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
52. Burgers for lunch and not much else. Enjoyed messages from friends
31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
A functioning government and not the constant feeling of needing to flee to Canada. The ability to go to Canada
32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2020?
I managed to get even more casual. I may never dress like a grownup again.
33. What kept you sane?
Kevin. Lucy. BFF's. Mochas.
34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
35. What political issue stirred you the most?
the whole gawdamned gawdawful thing.
36. Who did you miss?
37. Who was the best new person you met?
38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2020:
Take the moments when they present themselves
28 December 2020
*Stretch*Yawn* Oh hey, hi, hello.
It's the week between holidays and I'm on Winter Break. Winter break that feels particularly ridiculous when I work from home. But now that I've made it through the holiday and am in that lull before the New Year, I am leaning into it.
I slept in this morning, like, really slept in. I showered and cut my hair then made my way to the couch. This has been my view for a few hours now:
I'm in my favorite tshirt and shorts because it's 75 degrees in here, by design. I know, shush. I'm cozy. I'm fasting a bit today because OMG so much food over the past five days. #Ihatebananas #stillcoffeethough I'm reading the book my BFF K gave me for my birthday. I'm ENTRANCED already with it. The puppy is alternating between laying on me, the people bed, and in front of the fire.
This is the view out of the window right now. It's chilly and beautiful outside. The heron just left the creek, flew across the property and obscured the light for a moment. The salmon have finished spawning so the creek is quiet again. It was busy with splashes and movement; with the audience of hawks and eagles. The beaver dams finally washed away so we have tiny rapids again.
The house is mostly defrocked but the tree remains. It's going to stay until after the New Year with a tentative plan of taking it down on Inauguration Day. I'm adding a day to it every time Kevin asks when it's getting put away. It may be February.
As a result of the defrocking, it looks like Christmas threw up all over my office. However, because winter break: I am not worried about cleaning it. It, too, may wait until Inauguration Day.
I've switched Alexa back to country music after a month of Christmas music. As Swistle mentioned, it's kind of sad. But the slow, quiet return to normalcy feels better. Also, it feels like the television has been on 24/7 and even though the dvr is nearly full with Doctor Who episodes, it will remain off for now.
No chores have been completed today. Super uncharacteristically and much to Lucy's delight: I have not made the bed yet. The laundry has been restarted; only because the A.D.D. forgot that it started it at 11:00 last night. Rosie made a few passes vacuuming around the house at 5:30 this morning but even she gave up and went back to bed.
There's a to-do list on the counter that I've added to but subtracted nothing. I have the requisite Christmas returns, a trip to buy a calendar and next years Christmas cards, and some regular errands. They're all going to wait until tomorrow. Or the next day. We'll see.
I'm getting used to using my reading glasses and realized an important benefit today: the rest of the world around me literally and actually blurs while I'm wearing them; taming the A.D.D. a bit. I may have accidentally discovered another tool for focusing. Now if I could just wear them everywhere with the same effect.
I need the sensory deprivation tank that this house is today.
So, there's the update from the coziness that is my little house in the woods. I hope that whatever you find cozy and comforting has found you this week as well.
26 December 2020
The tradition of Boxing Day was originally intended to give servants the day off, tradesmen were given tips, and castoffs and money were given to the poor. It's celebrated in a few countries, including our friends in Canada.
I was just mulling that this year, during Covid Christmas, it's perhaps a good idea for us to try to celebrate Boxing Day as well. Not anything complicated: just be kind, be generous, be thoughtful.
We're almost through this gawdawful year. We can do it.
17 December 2020
16 December 2020
This month has been challenging to me. I know, I know: I am not the only one. But I will usually tuck and roll with things pretty easily and I'm just...not, right now.
To be fair, I didn't feel good last week. No, it's not the 'Rona. I made two trips to the chiropractor because my skeleton was trying to become an exoskeleton. Neat.
I was determined to be back to "normal" yesterday. Whatever that is.
After working most of the day...or "working" as Kevin refers to it, I decided that I was going to make lasagna for dinner. Before you get excited, remember that I cook like a sixth grader in home ec. While it's no frozen lasagna, it is crockpot lasagna. Pretty easy stuff.
I gathered everything up and started to put it together. This is where I realize that I'm short two lasagna noodles. Okay, no big deal. I'll just make it smaller and we don't eat it all anyway. Thank you, universe for making me make smaller portions.
Then I was distracted by Emily Gilmore because I was watching the Gilmore Girls reboot. She triggers me SO HARD. Omg, she could be my mother. I forget that every time I start watching that show then I'm all GAAAHHHH. This is where, I think, the wheels fell off this particular task
I made a small error, because distracted: I reversed the order on one of the layers and it was nothing that more cheese can't fix. Cheese fixes everything. But now I'm at strike two
Finished that, finished work, then sat down to finish that episode; which happened to have a lot of
my mother Emily Gilmore. Kevin phoned and said he was on his way so I turned on the oven for garlic bread. I thought about a salad and then I didn't. I don't know why I was anti-salad. I just was. Now shush, Mrs. Gilmore.
Kevin arrived home and I started setting the table, started cooking a vegetable, and was feeling pretty good about things. The green beans were ready so I added a little bit of butter and what I thought was a little bit of garlic powder. Nope, onion flakes. SUPER. Not a big deal overall but sheesh.
The table was set and everything was ready. Then I remembered the garlic bread. Opened the oven door and...nothing. The oven had been on for about an hour. For no reason. Purely decorative.
I might have cursed. Kevin legit looked a little concerned. "Bread and butter it is!!" I announced to no one while slamming the oven door closed. I hear a quiet "I like bread and butter..." from Kevin as I then pouted in my chair at the table.
We ate dinner and it was good, despite the jumbled layer, extra cheese, onion flavor green beans, and invisible garlic bread. I finished, waited for Kevin to finish then started clearing the table. (yes, I am a very 1950's wife. He works eleventy hours a day)
And this is where I discovered that I had mandarin oranges draining in the sink. We always have fruit at dinner. OF COURSE I'd forgotten it. So, yeah.
I don't believe that I've made the lasagna the same way, like, ever. This makes me a chef, right? Somewhere my middle school home ec teacher is shaking her head disapprovingly; just like in the 80's. Much like Emily Gilmore.
15 December 2020
It's 7:30 in the morning right now. 7:30. In the A.M. The morning. Not the P.M. There are TWO 7:30's in a day, who knew?
When I woke up this morning to send Kevin off to work, my brain suddenly fully booted, updated, and was all "Hey, let's be UP." I'm all "No, man. No thanks. It's 5:30 in the morning."
But my brain was all circus music and jazz hands. "Let's be UP. We have Things to Do."
But I'm still all "Hard Pass"
And my brain was all "Gmorning! Chachacha. Let's do STUFF"
I made a deal with my brain. I stay up this morning with the promise of a nap later. Naps are good.
And so now, it's 7:30 in the morning. I've already showered, had coffee, wrote a few Christmas cards, Snapchatted my BFF, and watched an episode of NCIS. What.Is.Happening.
Now there's the requisite Hallmark Christmas Movie playing, I've woken up the house, and made a few lists. Of course I made lists. It's like you don't know me at all.
I have to go into town today because Lucy insists on having food to eat every day. So needy. I have to actually mail the Christmas cards or this is all for naught. I'm supposed to take recycling but I'm weighing whether or not it can wait for Friday Walkies. I do want/need my glass breaking therapy though. So, let's put that aside for now.
Because Santa, I have to go into a store today. Finally the family decided what Christmas is going to be. We're getting presents for the kids, our spouses and one family member. I'm done with the spouse and the one family member (Allie Brosh's new book) but not the kids.
I'm doing a giftcard/subscription, t-shirt, and junk food giftbox for the big kids. I'm getting actual toys for Five. He requested "The Spongebob that I can tell to do things and he does them" Once I finish my online engineering degree, that should be easy. I also have to get a present and birthday present for my other nephew. And mail it. Challenge Level 1,000.
So, briskly rubbing my hands together. I am on coffee #2 and thinking about getting coffee when I'm in town. The movie is almost done and I can't find my stamps. Because of course I can't. I believe they are in my truck. But I don't want to go look. I don't want to alert the parents this early in the morning or disturb Lucy from her early morning nap. Maybe I'll just buy new ones.
The house is finally satisfactorily frocked. I wrapped Christmas lights around my desk and spent $cough on more beaded garlands. I'm now looking for a Santa that isn't sparkly, not cloth, not wooden nor metal, that is about 6" high. Then the house will be perfect. *shaking my head* Also, don't search "vintage Christmas decorations" unless you want to run the gamut of human emotions.
And now...work has texted me. Oh yeah, work. I have to work too. I have seven days left until Winter Break, which feels particularly ridiculous. But it still requires my attention. Sigh. Time to move from the dining table to my office. *Pout*
Eight hours until nap. Or whenever this alphabet brain realizes how early it made me start the day.
09 December 2020
I believe that I
complain write about this every year. I don't understand what it is about this house that denies Christmas decorations. It feels like the house actually shrugs the stuff off of itself, like a scratchy wool sweater. I swear I can hear it sigh in resignation. When decorations fall, I just mutter "I know" into the ether.
I don't get it. It's CHRISTMAS. Why is this house so Scrooge McDuck?
Our old house was old. Old and tired. But it PREENED in Christmas decorations. This house is like Ralphie in the bunny suit:
|(Also, we are ignoring that I bear a resemblance to Ralphie)|
I have culled decorations that no longer hold meaning or fit in this house. I've bought new/previously loved decorations. I've tried going old school with scenes using figurines and decorations, and going magazine style with multi-purposing decorations.
|The random branch is indicative of the ENTIRE TREE|
My mom decorated the living room and the kitchen. She went for more of a vignette style; sled with reindeers with "snow", nativity scene, candles. You can see the sculpture of Mary next to my brother's elbow. I vaguely remember it but am very surprised it was allowed by my dad. But it's next to a nativity scene so there's that.
|Different types, styles, and sizes. The OCD is intrigued.|
|The photographer called me "Peaches". |
Don't call me Peaches.
05 December 2020
Tagging onto Angela's comment on the previous "People's Choice Awards" post to tell more about the IRS travails; here is the status of that. NO. That is the status.
As a reminder, here is the reference:
How the IRS website says that Kevin doesn't exist and the only way to prove it is to send a form with his actual drivers license to them? I mean, what could possibly go wrong there? Oh, and there is literally a section that says "Do you REALLY need a new card? Really?"
|I don't think they're sorry, actually|
In the meanwhile, I can look at all his information, I can change it. I can see what is "saved" and when he can retire. I can see all.the.things. But can I get a silly little piece of paper? NO.