This is more appropriate for Instagram, but I’ve pulled back away from social media a lot these last few months. Also – having not really been outside or walking around in an age and a day… I seem to be seeing and noticing details more. Is that weird?
Captured this close-up of Daisy, who continues to enjoy(?) the Hop ‘n Flop. So far, she’s been the main one in this thing, and seems content to sit in this Sphinx-like pose.
You’d think that with being at home 24/7, I’d have more time. And in some really weird turn of events, that doesn’t really seem to be the case. I’m thinking now of the adage that work meetings will always fill up the time you schedule them for. It seems like that’s holding true for me, in terms of work.
In addition to the song, I found myself pulling up this video more than once over the last few days. I was just mesmerized by Morissette’s interactions with her daughter. As someone who is a terrible multi-tasker, as someone who is not a parent… I was just in awe of her.
Liz, working on the other side of the interior door. She’s using a newer product that I think is made of… soy? It’s interestingly organic, and still strips off paint/varnish pretty well.
Funny story: the last (only?) time I had this was fourteen years ago, for my birthday party at the House of Blues. I remember it being a serious splurge at the time, and a “high end” purchase.
Quick photo documenting the work Liz is doing, restoring the (very large) interior door from the first floor. This guy is a sibling to our front door, but contains a large pane of glass.
“Shall I say how it is in your clothes?
A month after your death I wear your blue jacket.
The dog at the center of my life recognizes
you’ve come to visit, he’s ecstatic.”
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.