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.

Single and not lookin' to mingle.