Category Archives: months

Decembuary 20 | 21

This is going to be loooong. Not only because it’s two months in one post. But because I know me. And I’m in a rambling mood. This is an outlet for me; an escape. Or es-cah-pay, one of the few

Decembuary 20 | 21

This is going to be loooong. Not only because it’s two months in one post. But because I know me. And I’m in a rambling mood. This is an outlet for me; an escape. Or es-cah-pay, one of the few

November Twenty Twenty

Talk about an uneventful month. Like super uneventful. I’ve been dragging my feet even getting around to posting about November because there’s nothing major to note. There was Thanksgiving. That was something. And Martha… she was the highlight of the

November Twenty Twenty

Talk about an uneventful month. Like super uneventful. I’ve been dragging my feet even getting around to posting about November because there’s nothing major to note. There was Thanksgiving. That was something. And Martha… she was the highlight of the

October Twenty Twenty

If we ever make it 2021, I think I’m going to switch it up and stop spelling out the year on these posts. January Twenty Twenty-One is awfully long. And I’ve yet to accept seeing Twenty twice, even 10 months

October Twenty Twenty

If we ever make it 2021, I think I’m going to switch it up and stop spelling out the year on these posts. January Twenty Twenty-One is awfully long. And I’ve yet to accept seeing Twenty twice, even 10 months

September Twenty Twenty

September is usually my favorite month. Except 2020. I went on and on about why September was awful. Four paragraphs worth. But then I deleted it all. No sense focusing on the negative. Instead, it’s early October—already a waaay better

September Twenty Twenty

September is usually my favorite month. Except 2020. I went on and on about why September was awful. Four paragraphs worth. But then I deleted it all. No sense focusing on the negative. Instead, it’s early October—already a waaay better

August Twenty Twenty

Music during the day is a must. Even as a young kid, I remember having an ’80s boombox, listening to music in my room. And then came the boomboxes with the tape deck that would automatically reverse, amazing. Then there

August Twenty Twenty

Music during the day is a must. Even as a young kid, I remember having an ’80s boombox, listening to music in my room. And then came the boomboxes with the tape deck that would automatically reverse, amazing. Then there

July Twenty Twenty

Driving to hike Lake 22, I passed a car with a sticker on the back window. (Lake 22 is absolutely stunning.) It said: There’s Like Hella Kids In Here. I’m not a car sticker person. But for a split second,

July Twenty Twenty

Driving to hike Lake 22, I passed a car with a sticker on the back window. (Lake 22 is absolutely stunning.) It said: There’s Like Hella Kids In Here. I’m not a car sticker person. But for a split second,

June Twenty Twenty

June brought slices of normal: we’ve seen some friends, gone a few places, and enjoyed select activities. It’s been nice having things on the calendar after cancelling everything summer back in April. We’re on for a relatively low-key summer and

June Twenty Twenty

June brought slices of normal: we’ve seen some friends, gone a few places, and enjoyed select activities. It’s been nice having things on the calendar after cancelling everything summer back in April. We’re on for a relatively low-key summer and

May Twenty Twenty

A random thought I had while on a run: If I knew I was going to die while the kids are still young, I would hire one of those missing children sketch artists to draw the kids as adults. Not

May Twenty Twenty

A random thought I had while on a run: If I knew I was going to die while the kids are still young, I would hire one of those missing children sketch artists to draw the kids as adults. Not

April Twenty Twenty

12,395 days. That’s how many days Bill Murray—or Phil Connors—spent in Groundhog Day. So basically, life does imitate art. We’re on day 7,961. Or maybe it’s day 58? I’ve lost track. And I really don’t care. Isolation life is good,

April Twenty Twenty

12,395 days. That’s how many days Bill Murray—or Phil Connors—spent in Groundhog Day. So basically, life does imitate art. We’re on day 7,961. Or maybe it’s day 58? I’ve lost track. And I really don’t care. Isolation life is good,

March Twenty Twenty

What a month. March was spent mostly at home. No complaints. I’m a homebody and apparently more of an introvert than I thought. Other than the whole pandemic thing, it’s all good. For memory sake, so when we look back

March Twenty Twenty

What a month. March was spent mostly at home. No complaints. I’m a homebody and apparently more of an introvert than I thought. Other than the whole pandemic thing, it’s all good. For memory sake, so when we look back