Meat loaf was in my top five on Spotify in 2021. It’s not like I’m some kind of mega fan, but for whatever reason, he was what I needed to get through year 100 of this g.d. pandemic. It was mostly during my night walks and showers, because his music is fun to listen to and sing with and dance to. Nothing highbrow or fancy, just very pleasurable.
Anyway, today loafe is just loaf.
How do you be encouraging, supportive and trusting of your nearly-adult child and his decisions, while also vehemently opposing his interest in the military and law enforcement (and in particular the marines)?
It is much like my dilemma when they were younger and wanting them to think for themselves and question everything, while also needing them to just listen to me and do what I tell them.
What if the choice is between him becoming his father or going into the marines? I’d have to choose marines right? They can be anything but their dad. Any. Thing.
But ANYTHING? anything at all?
Ahhhh!!!
I am not ready for this kind of stress.
Alright so I got the wordle today, but I’m still all buttered by my failure last night.
A friend says she sometimes takes an hour or longer, will leave and come back to it later. I never even considered such a strategy! I do it in like 30 seconds. Hurry rush fast fast. But there’s no bonus points for being quick. If I had taken my time last night instead of rushing I wouldn’t have wasted my last try and I would be sitting here a winner, my streak still alive, with children who loved me.
Speaking of fuck ups. I made a hat, my first hat ever, and it turned out mostly okay but it took me a long time and I had to unravel it a few times and there are still some wonky parts, it is definitely not even close to perfect. I need to make a few more, for practice, and then they’ll be better.
But maybe some of the charm of a homemade hat is the fucked up parts? no? Fine.
You can’t see it but the top of the hat is this nice, muted purple, matches the bags under my eyes, really makes them pop.
I didn’t get the wordle today. I made a foolish mistake on my last try, and I lost, and now I wonder why life is even worth living.
Sigh. I may never recover from this.
Makes sense that I’m totally alone with a dead vagina and a potato for a face. And not even a good potato you want to bake up all nice and hot. just a lumpy old pitted one with weird things growing out of it.
Perhaps I was thrown off my game because I didn’t have work today. This is the first time in my adult life I had MLK day off. my new company seems to care about d&i? At least more than anywhere else I’ve worked. And listen to this! Both Juneteenth and Indigenous People’s Day are company holidays. How am I even supposed to handle this?
I guess by losing wordle. I will not cry. I will not cry.