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Gen X spinster aunt. Idaho to Louisville. Corporate drone from 8-5; devastatingly quiet from 5-8. Probably reading. Let's take better care of each other, okay?
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My Book #30 of 2025: Timothy Yu 100 Chinese Silences I might talk about this one a bit. This is a book that I felt simultaneously was and wasn't meant for me. Wasn't meant for me: This is a poet's razor-sharp conversational confrontation with other poet's poems. "Who is Billy Collins?" I said.

I have completed the annual American ritual of paying absurd amounts of money in order to be allowed to order contact lenses that are the exact same prescription as the ones I paid too much money for last year.

2025 Book #29 The Eternal Audience of One by Rémy Ngamije I loved this book. Witty, biting, tender, moving. I look forward to reading anything this author wants to write.

Here, have a rose:

I need a break in the 95° days so that I can contemplate leaving town next week. Right now I don't even want to contemplate leaving my house.

Today we celebrate shallots.

Exciting development on the melon front: first blossoms!

We all experience tragedies in life. Not many of us can transform great loss into a gift of wisdom and experience to give back to the world. But my friend @rebb003.bsky.social did! Check out her book. Ask your library to preorder a copy.

This rules, America should have more decorative Library x Sports crossover manholes

Weekly melon report: We've got tendrils, baby! The three plants still in the raised bed got support frames this week. The ones I moved to pots last week are playing catch up, but floofing out nicely.

I can't believe I agreed to go with a friend to a dating event in Prospect tomorrow. We couldn't have waited and signed up for the event in Nulu next month?

I made the mistake of starting work at 5am and now I'm looking for lunch at 10am. Why is there so much day left in the day?

After every war someone has to tidy up. Things won’t pick themselves up, after all. Someone has to shove the rubble to the roadsides so the carts loaded with corpses can get by. -Wisława Szymborska, “The End and the Beginning” (t. Cavanagh & Barańczak) #everynightapoem #war