–I’ve been very sick again for the past week and a half or so. I think it’s been all the holiday activities. Maybe I partied too hard during the holidays. My health is a delicate balancing act of factors even I don’t fully understand.
–One of the really fun things we did this year was host a get together with our friend Elbroon, who we haven’t seen in years, and his lovely family, and we spent the day playing with the kids, piping, and eating taco truck. Not even all of Texas can compete with Elivia’s on East Ave.
–Our local grocery store has started an online grocery service and I think it might be life-changing for me. Grocery shopping is my most exhausting and difficult chore of the week. I used it for the first time yesterday and it felt like a miracle.
–Anthony is off traveling for work again, this time to Indiana, where he is experiencing his first snowfall. I always ask him to report on various aspects of his trip: What is the food like? Does everyone have accents? What does it look like there? How about diversity? I’m always worried about that last part, since my husband is dark-skinned. His traveling in general has given my anxiety a new foothold, and I’ve been using various GPS services to watch him as he treks across the map. Our nightly Facetime sessions keep me going.
–My sickness and Anthony’s absence aside, Christmas break has been wonderful for the kids. All Elias wants in life is to wake up an immediately start playing with his sister, and he’s gotten to do that every day for the past week and a half. The kids have also spent lots of time with cousins and grandparents, and although I’ve had some rough bits, we’ve managed to squeeze in some nature exploration, plenty of art time, cooking and food adventures, and of course, playing with Christmas toys.
–Isobel got a rock tumbler for Christmas, and soon we will be tumbling the shit out of every rock within a five-mile radius. I bought Elias a Pikachu costume (since sister has two and he was feeling left out) and for some reason he thinks it’s his new coat. I guess maybe because sister has a Pikachu jacket, and it is sort of fleecy and warm. But now he refuses to leave the house without his Pikachu jacket, never mind that it doesn’t have sleeves. We’ve taken to making him wear a jacket and then putting Pikachu on over it when it’s particularly cold outside.
–I am the proud new owner of a log! Yes, my sister bought me a log for Christmas, and I couldn’t be happier! It’s no ordinary log–it’s been inoculated with shiitake mushroom spores, and so my dreams of being a Fungus Farmer are finally coming true! I also got a molcajete, which Isobel is fascinated with, and I can’t wait to use.
–Elias has recently become even more verbal, speaking in longer sentences and carefully including words like “the” and “your” and other parts of speech he’d previously done without. We’re making good progress on potty training, which is something he decided to start himself (while Anthony was gone–of course), and a few days ago he finally taught himself how to give a thumb’s up! He’s getting to be so big. I know I said I’d stop calling him “baby” when he turned two but I abandoned that claim pretty quickly. He is still in diapers and takes a pacha sometimes, and he still loves to by cradled by mama, so baby it is! Also, he refers to himself as both “Elias” and “baby”, and it’s going to absolutely destroy me when he stops.
–Soon it’s a new year and I’ll have new insurance and at the request of my GI specialist I have a whole host of new doctors to find: ophthalmologist, infectious disease specialist, neurologist, and rheumatologist. It’s going to be a fun-filled 2017 already. Obviously, our troubles aren’t tied to a year. Our year has been terrible because people have been terrible. But labeling 2016 as a bad year ties it to something in the past. It gives us hope, and keeps fear at bay. Here’s to hope in 2017.
Snapshot 12.20.16. I posted again, and the angels sang.
The sci-fi theme park deep underground in a Romanian salt mine. This looks like an amazing place to explore. I wish there were more photos.
The 22 Most Embarrassing Pages Of The 1990 J.C. Penney Christmas Catalog. OMG, I remember all of this. All. of. this. Incredible. I HAD those AT&T walkie-talkies! My grandparents got them for me for Christmas that year. I remember feeling very salty about it because I specifically requested purple walkie-talkies. They worked great, though! I absolutely adore those metallic gold and silver dresses and I’d wear the hell out of them now. I hope a thrift store somewhere still has a few. Via Thriftanista in the City
Bernie Sanders calls for a national day of rallies to defend health care from Trump: Jan 15. It’s grassroots time.
Live every day like you are Sandy Ploy, who photo shops herself into her dreams. Aw, I love Sandy. (PS I HAVE DONE THIS)
My son’s Christmas list a few years back. He asked for a “catch-it”. Endless annual holiday embarrassment. We have plenty if anyone wants some!
Browser the library cat isn’t here to lose, pal. A million cheers for Bowser.
The only good story from 2016. Definitely a highlight for me.
Here’s to Carrie Fisher, who drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra. A monumental loss.
Eavesdrop on animal orchestras around the world with amazing interactive experience. Beautiful and relaxing.
Long-exposure shots of traffic lights by Lucas Zimmerman. Strangely beautiful.
Parrot sings Sia’s “Chandelier”. Speaking of nature sounds, I guess.
Elephant gets revenge on its bully by farting on him. This elephant has read the Art of War.
Our system for classifying stars comes from work done by a group of female astronomers more than a century ago. This was one of my favorite parts of the new Cosmos.
From bog butter to werewolf kittens, here are the best discoveries of the year. This was really incredible.
On Nellie Bly and other women journalists throughout history and in fiction. Nellie is one of my heroes! I remember reading about her in seventh grade and when I got my first job at a newspaper I was thrilled to follow in her footsteps, even if only slightly.
This poem from
@maggiesmithpoet is one of my highlights of this godawful year. Thank you. Took my breath away. Thank you, Maggie.