I used to put pitted black olives on my fingers when I was a kid. There is a brand of olives that has an open hand with a black olive on each finger as their logo.
I had a dream that my car was stolen from outside my house. It wasn’t this car and it wasn’t this house. It was a silver Bronco, but the old style similar to the one that OJ escaped in. Although it may have been a Suburban, since it seemed bigger. The driveway was covered in snow, so when I looked out the window, instead of seeing the vehicle I saw tire tracks in the snow. This happened on a Sunday, but I got so busy that I didn’t report it until Monday. The police scolded me for waiting because the car was likely long gone by that point.
Velvet is a 7-year-old pointer/lab mix who is the perfect dog for these stay at home times. She will practice meditation and mindfulness alongside her new forever family. She doesn’t need a yoga mat and is already a pro at doing Downward Dog. You will not feel bad about missing trips to the hair salon because she is letting her grey show through too. And unlike the kids who are struggling to remain engaged during homeschooling, Velvet has excelled at learning basic commands from her foster mom and she wants to learn more.
I went to the grocery store today and nearly everyone was wearing a mask (including me). Social interactions were challenging because even though I was inclined to smile at someone, they could not see my mouth.
No pomp. No circumstance. No caps. No gowns. This was supposed to be graduation weekend at UNC, but it has been cancelled, or maybe re-scheduled for the fall. It is a bittersweet end to an amazing four-year journey for Peter. His stellar college career was expected to propel him into the next phase of his life, but he is now venturing forth into an uncertain world where the old “normal” will never return. Over his four years at UNC, Peter has grown into a thoughtful and compassionate man and I am so proud of him. I know that he will overcome this bumpy start into adulthood and become an even better person through weathering this adversity. Congratulations to Peter and all the 2020 graduates!
Our foster dog looks very big inside the house, but she seems much smaller when she is outside.
I’ve been listening to The Decemberists a lot lately. There’s something both mournful and joyful about their music–but especially their lead singer’s voice–that feels very appropriate for the current times.
People talk about loading a dishwasher is the best way to find the cracks in a relationship, but folding your significant other’s clothes is taking that examination to a whole other level. The dishwasher is just about different–not better–ways of doing things, but folding clothes really takes into account someone’s personality. Do you fold a shirt in half or do it for display like they do it at the Gap? Do you ball socks together or follow Marie Kondo and just pair them together? But the thing that is most important to me is the dividing clothes into piles by type. One pile for shirts and another for pants, shorts, and underwear.
We got a big, black dog and we are seeing her through to adoption. Her name is Sandy and she is a Pointer/Lab mix. She weighs about 60 pounds, she’s seven years-old, and she’s already sleeping on the bed.