Maybe this laptop, or my car– an 11-year-old Camry I’ve had since 2017.
I’ve inhabited this body for 71 years– does that count?
2000
Just a little more than usual
Maybe this laptop, or my car– an 11-year-old Camry I’ve had since 2017.
I’ve inhabited this body for 71 years– does that count?
2000
Any time we had a snow day. There have been many others, but for some reason this bubbled to the surface first.
Since it’s only 5:40 AM, not much has happened yet. I woke up, got out of bed, didn’t drag a comb across my head… poured some cold brew, and now am writing in here.
If you’re asking what happened on this day, June 13, in history, Miranda rights were established in 1966; the Germans started launching the V-1 bomb into London in 1944; Meriwether Lewis reached the Great Falls of the MIssouri River in 1805; Lafayette arrived in 1777 to assist George Washington with the war effort; Thurgood Marshal was nominated to the Supreme Court in 1967; and Pioneer 10 crossed the orbit of Neptune in 1983.
Being alive; trying to understand human nature, i.e. why we seem to have a penchant for making life miserable for people we decide we don’t care about, why we can’t just get along, why we elect “leaders” like many we currently have here in America.
Trying to get my head around flight- as in air travel; looking up, looking around, coffee, music, hitting a decent tee shot, cracking an egg without breaking the damned yolk.
It used to be Fall, for some reason. I think it was because of the colors, the smell of burning leaves, and relief from the heat of Summer. But it’s been Spring for a while now. Winter, with its bleakness and cold, is behind us, and we look forward to a stretch of moderating temps, lengthening daylight hours, and that sense of renewal and rebirth.
Decent, comfortable– and often a bit more expensive– footwear. That’s about as close as I come to something luxurious.
Besides being born into a stable society where life isn’t a survival contest from the get-go, someone who loves you, a sense of purpose, and a mix of humility, compassion, and curiosity.
Most of these daily prompts… prompt an honest treatment of the question at hand, but I’m having trouble with this one. I realize it’s just a fun exercise, but I guess I’m trying to imagine a scenario where I would be forced to change my name, and all I can come up with is that it sounds like something within the realm of possibility for the current presidential administration. And this just pisses me off.
My name has been my name my entire life. I have no idea what I would change it to, nor would I have a desire to do so.
Ooh… dark chocolate, a bit of sweetness, maybe some almonds in the mix, all put together in a decently sized bar.
I don’t recall many titles, but I do know I was read to as a young child. There wasn’t the plethora of options kids have today. It might have been The Little Engine That Could, the Watty Piper version, which I just learned is a pen name for Arnold Munk. It was probably a go-to back in the late 50s, early 60s, and before, but one we read to our kids, too. It wasn’t a bad message to instill.