1) Sometimes we are given the gift of being able to see something again as if for the first time. And yesterday morning about 8:30 AM, walking home from the subway with three heavy bags of groceries, for the first time I saw snow glitter. Insert Every Cliché About What Glittering Snow Looks Like Here; I’m not going to try. I have no idea why my brain should have unfolded enough to allow that, but I’m so grateful I got to see that for the first time again.
2) I spend less and less time on ye Fycebykke. In fact, I’ve even come to dread it.
3) The hair is just getting longer and longer.
4) Two kitchen catastrophes, one of my own making: a) the garbage disposal broke after a metal measuring spoon made it in there (I feel like a fool, but the nice man from McMahon’s is coming tomorrow); and b) when my very first load of wash in the new washing machine got to the spin cycle it started thumping so much it nearly crashed through the wall.
4a) Other people manage adulting so well, and here I am in my mid-fifties, wandering about like a baby duck . . .