Sorry I’ve been slacking. I haven’t written a new post in weeks at this point. Life got a little out of hand, as per usual.  

Let’s give a quick recap of the last few weeks:

Election-related drama. Do I really have to elaborate? Okay, if I absolutely had to elaborate I would probably say something like I’m a Biden supporter because it makes me physically ill to be a Trump fan because I think all the Trump parades on Long Island as of recent are kind of disgusting and I’ve watched overt racism become okay again (still) in the town where I grew up and I’ve been spending a bunch of time with my family over the last few weeks - a LOT of whom are avid Trump supporters - and it makes my heart hurt.

My 32nd birthday. 32. You heard right. No, I did not cry. Fun fact: I actually legitimately love birthdays. Mostly because I get to hang out with all the people that I love, which is exceedingly hard in covid-times…. but I digress… There was a lot of wine, socially distanced gatherings, lots of assorted Italian food, candles and hugs (yeah, we broke Covid protocol on that one), and doughnuts and pie and cake and more cake and pumpkin beer and fruit tarts and I’m pretty sure I need to eat just plain salad for the rest of the week to detox. (FYI - as I’m writing this I’m drinking a beer. So maybe the detox can start tomorrow…)

More election-related drama, but this time primarily fueled by social media. Yes, I realize this is dumb as shit and I should just continue my life ignoring Facebook like I’ve done for the last few years but it’s just so damn hard when you see people you like and thought you respected and that you went to high school with word vomiting conspiracy theory after conspiracy theory with no actual evidence, just regurgitated posts and memes and Fox News (can you actually even call them news?) opinion articles, about how the election was rigged and how ‘libtards’ are stupid and hate America and hate the police and want the economy to tank and are so bitter because Trump was soooo amazing as a president that we just need him out of office at all costs. I even saw a post from a close family member of mine (who shall not be named) proclaiming that (and this is a legitimate direct quote here) “Trump is God’s greatest warrior.” What the actual fuck. There are not enough eye rolls in the world for this kind of crap…

I started a new job! Yep - the job that I accepted literally a year ago that I’ve been talking about forever has finally begun! Small miracles that I still had a job thanks to Covid; even though it was deferred hence my ridiculous cross-country road trip adventure, which started me writing again, which honestly wasn’t the worst so I should probably be grateful that my job was deferred in some sick way because it gave me the opportunity of the lifetime to travel with literally no timelines and minimal planning.

House projects. Always. And forever. Seriously, are they ever done?? We now have more holes in the walls (and ceiling) than ever before except maybe when we first moved in, a light switch that has been awkwardly dangling by a pair of wires for several months now that swings when you click it on or off, a light bulb hanging at an awkward angle where a light fixture used to live, and heating vent that is literally just sticking up in the middle of a room and standing strong at six feet in the air. We’re also in the process of replacing the kitchen cabinets (so we have to redo the kitchen floor and get a new countertop and figure out how to match a backsplash with all this other shit, which I have literally no idea how to do) and redoing the siding on the whole house and replacing every damn window in (again) the entire house since they’re all original single pane breezy af windows from the 70s and replacing the front door and struggling to decide which window pane style we prefer for the sidelites and I’m a little overwhelmed by all the shit that’s about to take over this house in the next few months while I’m supposed to be working from home and on client calls.

Election-related drama, but this time of the joyous variety that called for glasses (and glasses and glasses) of legitimate Champagne that may or may not have lead to a hangover that may or may not have been made worse by birthday celebrations and lots of Bourbon-based cocktails called “The Donna.”

And so, here we are. On the 11th of November, stupid far behind on the blog posts I swore I would keep up with, ranting about life even though damn we’re all just lucky to be alive these days.

Thanks, as always, for reading!

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