***I got a new phone and the camera features are made for taking cat portraits! I’m super entertained. The cats, not so much. I was literally laying on the floor talking to Sookie and running through filters and settings, when Miles redirected my attention by flopping in front of me and licking his junk. He made me cry-laugh so hard. Best photobomb.
Acknowledges that I’m not a serial killer, but hating my hugs since 2010.
Sometimes I am overwhelmed with the need to cuddle Sookie very much against her will. I know I’m setting back whatever fragile trust we have established, but the opportunities to simply scoop her up are rare. Of all my cats, she has the softest lush, bunny fur, partly why I let her choose me at the shelter. She instantly stress sheds about 20 pounds of that bunny softness all over me in retaliation. At least these days she sashays away snorting indignantly- How dare I!- instead of fleeing for her life.
Adventure Buddy’s precocious daughter decided that she and Adventure Buddy both needed tattoos for their birthdays of soon to be 18 and 50 respectively. Somehow I was invited to the party. However when the dust settled, the kid and I had new tattoos and Adventure Buddy had remodeled her kitchen. AB has zero tattoo intentions.
I am much enamored of the bee crawling up my shoulder, and Lacey seemed particularly excited about her bee creations. However the colors of the hummingbird moth are my favorite and I got to help choose them!
My wonderful little hummingbird moth and its proboscis became the inspiration for another piece of art. The OG Adventure Buddy sent pictures of my tattoo to Dragonfly Stained Glass Design, told the artist that I wasn’t afraid of color and let her get to work on my birthday present! (If you go to her website, she does lots of commission work!)
It’s meant to go in the garden--I do love some yard art–, but it’s so lovely that I want to wear it! It even has a proboscis!
This is the point in The Great Gatsby unit where I pull up Zillow and go “house shopping” on the Gold Coast of Long Island where the novel takes place because my students and I have a spare 45 million to spend. This is meant to illustrate the extravagant wealth of our characters and it’s fun. For 13.8 million we can buy a plot of land on Gatsby Lane, but everyone will have to bring tents. Indoor and outdoor pools were the norm. We found an indoor basketball court. One house had an insane 14 bathrooms which we determined was two weeks worth of pooping.
We were talking about redecorating—because for 9.8 million that plaid carpet had to go!—and bearskin rugs. One student strongly advocated for leaning into the retro carpet and adding a bearskin rug with the head on it. Amazing.
Student (not the redecorator) stating with great authority: “If you have a bear in your house, you’ve gotta be rich,.”
I have never been so on edge during an inauguration ceremony. The shields around the podium weren’t tall enough for my taste. When they were casually exiting the ceremony, my Brain was screaming, “KAMALA, GET IN THE HOUSE! WHY ARE Y’ALL STILL OUTSIDE??!!”
I’m relieved it well.
Excited and hopeful for a future where science and logic and empathy and complete sentences are the norm.
I was ecstatic to wake up to a news story that did not involve the phrase “the president made unfounded claims.” Instead it was a silly bit about some glorious mittens. (To be honest I also own an upcycled pair like these)
The memes made my morning joyful. So I jumped on board using an app. He looks like he’s waiting for a yard sale or to yell at those damn kids.