Molly at The Eras Tour

On November 3rd 2024 Molly posted that she got to see Taylor Swift on the Eras Tour in Indianapolis. I was only peripherally aware of the tour at that point, but seeing the photos she posted on Instagram left me with my mouth open at the sheer size of the audience. 

Bring On Fall!!!

I genuinely NEED Krispy Kreme to get it together and start churning out some vegan doughnuts. These look super-crazy yummy, especially the Café Mocha.

Beyond Inviting

(photo kidnapped from IG account bugungunlerdenkitap - terrible handle. I have no idea how I found them, but I loved their account.)

Texting with Emily

Emily and I are both super sentimental and nearly every conversation we have goes back to the past. Especially about when she and Peter lived with us for a while, all the gatherings and holidays we would have, about my Dad and of course, our beloved Nana. In September of 2019 I sent her a slew of photos that I thought she'd like and we got to reminiscing. 

Violence Is Sometimes The Answer

RIP Sony Trinitron

I do not like to part with things. I can find a sentimental attachment to damn near anything. I also feel immense guilt when I get rid of something. I'm still that five year old that worries about leaving her stuffed pals alone on a long vacation, or having to throw out sneakers that I've outgrown and fearing that they think I don't love them anymore. The rational, adult side of me knows that sneakers and stuffed animals have no soul, no pulse, and no feelings. Still, I feel awful, physically awful, when I have to let something go. My brother, Dave, has been near begging me for the last five-plus years to please get rid of my old-ass television and upgrade to something bigger and better. I resisted. The Trinitron was my first grown up TV and has worked perfectly for the last twenty-six years. Why should I trade it for something new when it still has so much life left in it? Well, I finally gave in yesterday. Momma Rose had bought Aunt Berne a new TV for her place earlier this year and after Berne passed away last month, Mum needed to re-house it. I felt like the universe was nudging me to take advantage. Throwing out my Trinitron has left me with a lot of guilt and as Dave took it out, I said to it, in my head, "I'm so sorry. You deserve better." I mean how pathetic that a fifty year old is upset and near tears that she has to retire a television set? But, weirdo that I am, I took the opportunity to get a couple selfies with it and one of our fave shows to watch together. Twenty-six years was a good run. Rest in peace, old pal.

Music Texts with Bish

BONUS: Two months later, in December 2025 from Kay.