February Drips

this is where I’ve been.

I started erroneously. labeling this one January Drips. Its fairly representative of the mood. A month behind. Still in the depths of winter. Its pouring cats and dogs here, and windy, almost a storm, really, and nothing could make me go outside, and i haven’t done the chickens yet.

The poor people in texas who cannot handle the freezing weather. They can’t, I mean, I get it. We can’t and we’re used to it. So, I get it. Stay home, everyone, just stay home.

My glasses are giving me headaches i think, so i have some other ones on, and i look like an old old woman. my glasses take up most of my face. and since i feel like that old woman today, it fits… i feel like i have to learn (again, sorry grammie) to crochet.

I should’ve been born in another century. yes, absolutely. although the inability for all previous generations to get truly warm in winter may make me a liar of desire. I’d say I should go south, but I mean, look at texas. I remember living in florida when it hit 50 degrees and we all just basically stayed in bed cause we hardly had real windows. I needed friends and like 50 blankets.

my kids are home from their trip. they’re exhausted but they had a wonderful time. they watched a movie about a serial killer. (so many facial expressions going on here, emojis won’t cover it.) I heard all about it over breakfast, from my 8 year old. I am aware I am still treating her like my baby, but I can’t stop. My last, my baby. Forever. So there, all you rational goobs. No.

Anyhow, I couldn’t entirely handle even the description of the movie, much less could I ever have seen such a thing. I can hardly even watch cop shows, the violence is too much, forget about gore. blagh.

this is an insane collection of drips. my apologies.

my boiler was out this weekend for maybe 30 hours. Its my own personal nightmare, this being cold and watching the house get colder. I have a woodstove, so I was practically sitting on it. I melted my cool fleece fingerless gloves. plastic really shows itself when heat is involved.

valentine’s isn’t a thing for me, single or not, so that wasn’t a big deal but i had two friends cancel on me and that was a bigger deal. i’m fond of cancelling, myself, but had been looking forward to company and diversion. Disappointment is kindof like being cold, I’m not entirely sure what to do, and it dominates my thoughts irrationally.

i’m good. its raining here, so everything is melting and cold.

i’m glad my kids are home. i can’t wait to see how this story ends.



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December and the downfall of tha motha.

I’m from New England so I get to put on a boston accent whenever I want, okay?

I forget all the time how busy this month is. Honestly, why do i keep forgetting?

Last week there was a birthday. 13. This week there was a lovely snowday… (snowdays now are still ‘remote learning’ days) I called the boys out sick and i took the kids sledding. Went down the hill a few times and had fun and then hid in the car for the rest of the time. I’m not super good with bitter cold winds and things. One of the boys was wearing my snow pants so me and denim were facing the cold with a kid dressed head to toe in plastic protective gear. totally fair.

the hill is mis-named Potato Hill, which townies will tell you again and again. but we call it potato hill and its sticking and so be it. things change. and it is right, and good. fucking deal with it.

one kid went skiing on the same hill. freeforming down the hill. it was awesome to watch and to realize how big he is. sigh.

the point: because i was thrown off my schedule, i completely and utterly forgot I had class at night and missed it. complete and utter. in spinning and being spontaneous, the routine was thrashed and i missed it .

and things like this just keep happening. i’m rolling with it. until i don’t. or sometimes maybe i throw up all over the kitchen or need to take a second bath in a day. you feel me, right?

hopefully you are not throwing up all over the kitchen. fingers crossed.

i counted all the presents this weekend. they’ve all got equal numbers. this is a fucking miracle. really. i’m not sure if i can say that loudly enough.


peace out, mofos.

good luck out there.