In 15 months, I’ll be 35. Actually, 14 months exactly after Christmas, but who’s counting? That means counting December 25 (and my 35th birthday) there are 15 25’s (the 25th of the month) to age 35.
I’m not dreading it, necessarily, though I tend to do better in the even years so I’m a little more excited for 34, but I also feel like after a certain point, the only exciting birthdays are the decades (and often they’re not exciting so much as noteworthy). What about the half-decades? What about every month? Every day? Okay, maybe that’s taking it a little far, but what if we found something to celebrate every month, on purpose?
Eating crow is an American colloquial idiom, meaning humiliation by admitting wrongness or having been proven wrong after taking a strong position. – Wikipedia
I’m not really eating Crow, in the colloquial or the literal sense*, but I do feel like I’ve been humbled by petering out at the end of the month here. I’ll have one more post tomorrow, and then I’ll resume my regular** posting, but I just wanted to take some time to thank you for following along this month, for commenting (in person and online) about the posts, and for sending encouragement along the way. It really helped me continue, despite my failings at the end. So, thanks!
Thursday was a fun gathering of my mom’s side of the family. Crow helped set the table and after dinner, he led us all in a rousing rendition of “Over the River and Through the Woods,” the only Thanksgiving song*** (kind of?) that we could think of. If he joins us at Christmas, I’m sure he’ll have lots of songs in his repertoire.
We then played Bingo and a few rounds of cards, because the holidays aren’t the holidays without games!****
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I didn’t post yesterday. I don’t know if you noticed. We had our Thanksgiving meal earlier than normal today, and I went to my parents’ house straight after work yesterday to start prepping, so time got away from me. And, since this is a holiday about family, about being present and together, I didn’t want to ditch my parents to write a couple of blog posts, which is why this is both late and short. But I’ll have a couple of posts up tomorrow to make up for it.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I’m a big fan of gratitude. And mashed potatoes. I love those. This year, I have a lot of things to be thankful for: great family, wonderful friends, a job I really like, recent writing successes, an apartment with plenty of heat. More than enough to eat. Excellent health. An Oscar. Okay, maybe not that last one. But, a faithful bunch of readers, which is pretty good.
Thank you for your readership! I really appreciate it, and I always love hearing people say they read a recent post. I hope you have had a great, restful Thanksgiving with your loved ones! I did, and I’m excited for round 2!
Tonight I went to Zumba. Crow didn’t want to join me because he had some stuff to work on around the apartment (not sure what he meant by that, nothing seems to be cleaner or put away).
On my way home, I took pictures of some of the interesting things along the way:
I’m not ready for Christmas displays. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet!* I have to admit this one was kind of adorable, though:
Do you think Crow would let me put him in a teacup?
Today, I showed the bots all of my phones, from my first cordless phone in college through my new iPhone. I find it interesting that they started out pretty small and got smaller, then larger. And some people’s phones now are like small tablets. I mean, the middle two (blue ones) are roughly the size of a pack of gum! Much easier to fit in a pocket. Or your boot.
Okay, it wasn’t sweet today. It was kind of bitterly cold. And my phone finally died, which was okay because I’ve been meaning to upgrade from an ancient slider phone to a smartphone, but unfortunate because had I done it last month, last week, or even last night, I could have transferred all my contacts, photos, etc. to this new phone. I have an older old phone that I can use to transfer contacts, but since I’m not one for getting the latest and greatest, the contacts are from 3 1/2 years ago, when I last upgraded. And I had a couple of writing notes I wanted to keep, things I wrote when I was out for a walk and didn’t have a notebook handy. Blergh.
This should teach me to back stuff up more (I hope). I had just backed up* all of my photos, so I have those at least. After I got my new phone, I went to the Minnesota State Fairgrounds to cheer on a friend, who was competing in a CrossFit competition.**
We’re two-thirds of the way through Crow-vember and I’m having a hard time coming up with ideas. So I’m just going to post stats, because everyone loves math!*
So far this month I’ve written an average of one post a day, but you probably knew that already. I’ve spent approximately 1,720 minutes writing (not too shabby) which works out to 28.667 hours. That’s more than a full day!**
It’s been a time of uncertainty in the world, and even though I don’t really believe in horoscopes and psychics, it can be really entertaining, and sometimes comforting, to hear the answers from these external sources. Crow agrees; he enjoys his time as Madame Crowena. He told me “A change is coming,” which I told him was very vague. For me? For the world? In the weather? He didn’t appreciate me questioning his prediction.
Here are some other messages I got recently: