What’s in the Box???

 

This Christmas has been especially hectic for me—for reasons I hope to reveal very soon—and I confess I’ve left myself very little time for blogging, blog reading, or any of the other blog-related things I usually do all week long.  Instead, I’ve been picking time’s pocket, pilfering stray minutes to get my Christmas cards out (yeah, that happened so embarrassingly late that no international cards could go out this year), paint uncooperative teenagers for the school play (then spending hours after trimming green out of my cuticles, because when you use the cheap stuff it stains),  wrangle Husband and Offspring into their Christmas shopping because they keep thinking they’ve got weeks left to go (they manifestly do not), and do 100% of my shopping online because I don’t have time to leave the house for anything that isn’t one of the 87 bajillion errands that crop up each day. 

 

All of this to say I’m about to get lazy on your asses.  I’m going to recycle material.

 

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Don’t think of it as lazy; think of it as environmentally friendly.

 

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2024

 

You’ve probably noticed by now that mine is the only US-based blog that didn’t do an eclipse post.

 

 

from Bedazzled, Sensitive Man crying at sunset

 

All I wanted was to post some shitty pictures of the eclipse, but we had 157% cloud cover, so that didn’t happen.

 

Then the Sock Monkey showed me how to plan the next one, and I decided to tell you about my plans for 2024.

 

But when I talked to Husband about all that, he brought up Erie.  So now I have to tell you about Erie before I can do anything else.  Because I’m trying to do that thing where I tell stories in chronological order, except clearly I’m doing it wrong.

 

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The Dry Fire Misfire (Story Time!)

 

This, I’m afraid, is not a story about a thing my husband did.  Or a thing my husband said.  (Although, seriously, remind me to tell you about the time he started a rumor as a social experiment that ended in flooding and destruction of government property and necessary supplies.)
This is yet another story about his time in a snazzy blue beret, during his days as a Professional Walker.  In this story, he was walking along and just happened to witness one of Uncle Sam’s finest, being all he could be. 

 

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This is Halloween


Pre-haunty Warning: I’m going to try posting less frequently (twice a week instead of the usual three, but we’ll still keep the Saturday bonus feature) for a while, in order to avoid what happened this time last year.  Clearly, I am unable to manage all of my time commitments in an adult fashion: when I get overwhelmed, I either A) keep doing everything, super-hard, nonstop, until I have an actual breakdown; or B) just stop doing everything and wait for the world to go away and leave me alone.

 

This year, I’m going to try to avoid option B, where I stop writing and then keep on not writing out of shame for the fact that I’ve been not writing, until it’s Christmas and you’ve forgotten who the hell I am.

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