Nikka’s Coffey Grain is what I first tried. But recently, on a whim, I decided to try out the Coffey Malt – and think I’ve discovered a new favorite. While Liz really prefers scotch that has strong tones of Sherry… I find those all a bit overpowering. But the Coffey Malt is very subtle, and for me has just the right amount of sweetness/fruit.
Liz captured this first-ever moment: Phineas flopped while up on the top level of the bunny cottage!
As I was watching this video and feeling like I was kneeling on the carpet in my parents’ living room, something struck me as kind of odd. I was looking at the background, at where the band was recording this video.
“‘How do you know if you are going to die?’
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.”
The thing of it is: Liz and I never got around to playing it. Because we spent all our time trying to read and understand the rules. And then after we failed to understand the mechanics, we had to look up a YouTube video explaining how to actually play the game.
Just doing the math now, and it’s been… 130 days. A bit over four months, that we’ve isolated at home and stopped hugging the people who don’t live under the same roof. It’s difficult to compare the description of time (four months) with the feeling of time. Because it feels like it’s been so much longer.
That said, it’s still pretty fun. And while many small games of come and gone from my phone, this game has remained. And that feels worth mentioning. Even after all this time, it’s still one of my go-to games that I thoroughly enjoy.
After our visit from the fireplace guy yesterday (which involved opening up and investigating the long-dormant living room chimney), Liz spotted this guy on the floor post-cleanup.
Interesting detail: the imprint on the back says “United States Encaustic Tile Company, Indianapolis, Indiana.”
Ok, “calm” may not be the exact best word here. Less stresed? Less frantic? There were deadlines at work, and I think the rush at the end of the week got to me… but I didn’t have that gnawing feeling in my gut, and that whispering voice my head saying “you’re running behind, you’re running behind” repetedly.
“I have never held a hand so soft and sacred
When I hear you laugh, I know heaven’s key
And when I grow to be a poppy in the graveyard
I will send you all my love upon the breeze”
“At the national cemetery in Gettysburg
all the trees have names,
both family and genus…”
In grad school, I had to take a course outside of my field of study (I was getting an MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry). The one I picked was “Technology in Greek and Roman Civilization,” and I really wish I could still track down my notes/files from that course.