Joanne asks me about this every single day. There are elderly Medicare recipients who want others to have nice things.

I’ve already had a DM from my lurker who thinks I say “look at me, look at me” too much. I will not block this person who doesn’t understand the internet, nor will I stop celebrating being alive and a little problematic. Today would be my grandmother Marguerite’s birthday.

We’ve reached the point where the wind is knocking over recycling bins, but not mine, I anchored that thing in a mountain of snow. Also, look at me:

Good morning! Slept perfectly, dreamed I was at the beach and it was windy, but it’s very windy here. My hip is about the same, my knees did well with so much time on my feet yesterday. The guy with dementia only got up once during the night, that is great, sleep is protective for him.

My friend just left and I’m so glad we got together and caught up on a million things. She and her partner, who is also one of my favorite people, are getting married next year and she asked me to go dress shopping with her. This means the world to me. We didn’t knit at all, too busy talking.

I kept myself busy this afternoon and my friend is due here soon. We will snack on a Star Bread filled with Ricotta, Herbs and Parmesan. I have a little red sauce to go with it. I also baked some bar cookies with red & green m&ms.

The sky is being ridiculous tonight. Just last night, I told a friend that it’s been too cold and moody for a proper sunset.

Today is 31 years since I lost my beautiful friend. I know that I have a lot of new friends here, that didn’t know me last year, so I’m reposting what I wrote then. Nothing I can write about Chris will ever do justice to what he meant to me or how I will feel his loss forever.

Home from PT where Amanda took one look at me and pointed to the table. She then proceeded to realign my hips/leg length by a series of moves with my adductors. It worked, I was able to do the rest of my exercises without anything complaining. Ended the session with kisses from Wally.

Patiently explaining to the guy with dementia that Stevie Wonder had nothing to do with “She’s a Bad Mama Jama”. It was Carl Carlton, who died yesterday. I was never built or stacked, and a song about that is ugh, but also it was great to dance to. music.apple.com/us/album/she...

Good morning! Wild night, the guy with dementia had an episode of hallucinations that had us up for a few hours. The increased dose of the medication that helps with that isn’t helping enough, but he sees the neurologist in a few days. He’s okay now. He likes the hallucinations sometimes.

I am not very festive this year, but while I was shoveling I was thinking about how, when I first got my shoveling boots, this tiny little poodle kept showing up at my front door, barking until I put my boots on and took her home. That was Peaches and with her came Joanne.

The snow is drifting and I am in head to toe green and still a car will try to get me while I shovel. I don’t mess with snow drifts, see 1977, 1975 and 2022. I’m making a quick visit to Joanne who has me worried.

It’s supposed to snow for a few more hours so I guess I’ll be shoveling in the dark tonight.

The perils of cleaning the refrigerator sometimes mean you put Arlo Parks on the speaker and make up a huge batch of Butternut Squash Risotto that no one but you will eat.

That statement is despicable even for someone like him. There will never be justice, not even in death

In lighter news, my son had to call me last night to straighten out my shared HBO account and he had to tell me that they were getting around to watching the Gay Hockey Sex stuff and he said he was glad I am his mom who can talk about Gay Hockey Sex stuff.

Oh great, Joanne is struggling too today.

Okay, someone had a truly terrible night and I’m going to be extremely kind and patient while I tilt things back a bit. I am not a sad person, I won’t turn into one.

Good morning! Last night I barely made it to 9pm, so I’m up early. I slept great, dreamed of the beach and swimming in a pool. This might be because we called the Annoying Family Friend yesterday to check in. He lives just steps from where the Brown University shooting was, but it turned out he’s

I cannot share a photo of my grandson, who already knows how to look into your soul, but I can share a photo of me from last month’s photo session. This is me looking bemused, I do have resting bemused face. Photo credit: Gerry Szymanski Hair & Makeup: Natalie Ewing @glammedbynatt on IG

Knit check/Fit check: The right sleeve is as done as the Patriots. I’ll start the left one later, a knitting friend is coming over tomorrow. We could have a sweater by mid week.

HOME! Not leaving the house again until Tuesday. I am never taking the guy with dementia more than ten miles again.

My other grandson.

We stopped for a bagel and he returned from the restroom with wet pants. I know it’s just the sink but lolol me.

The only thing here that sparks joy.

There is always a point on the drive to Rochester where my soul leaves my body for a beat, but there is always a point where I remember I love it here. Today it was the dozens of Santa’s.

We are here and he already spotted a $600 Godzilla head, he couldn’t remember Godzilla though, and I don’t think we need that.

I only wear bright colors around my grandson so he can find me like a hummingbird.

First have your coffee time, then do your stretching, fight evil until lunch, then you can have a little nap; then you'll bring joy to the world, then cocktails.

So close. I should’ve driven up the block and backed up when I got home last night. My 2026 goal will be to drive more than 500 miles a month though. I need a road trip.

Good morning! Up past my bedtime, so I slept past my wake up time. No dreams, my head hit the pillow and that was it. I was wiped out from having such a great time, especially with @robin-tibochi.bsky.social. She’s the best.

Super hot.

This couple brought their small children, one of which thinks hurling herself into my back is dancing. I may need a new knee when this 6 year old is done with me.

They might be my favorite band.

Sort of sad that Leo isn’t wearing shorts.

It is about 7 degrees in here and there is a woman walking around in a halter top and not my business but also.

The opener is fabulous and I only know his name is Craig?

Heading out! Please note that this green sweater is a full shade darker than the one I’m knitting. Went practical on a frozen night. Jeans from The Kit, the first order I placed with them. I found my favorite gloves in this coat. My boots are warm, comfortable and dance ready.

I am getting ready to go out and after blow drying my hair, I went to check on the guy with dementia who is watching tv. He said: “You look beautiful, I like that dress.” I am wearing my robe, but wrap dresses are sort of my thing. I ordered a fancy one yesterday.

Leonia was here early and she always hits my house with a cloud of love and fragrance and updates about her family and some of them break my heart and others remind me that I have a whole other family that would do anything I asked and there will be another wedding soon and already Claude has said

Snow is shoveled, it ranged from 2” to 5” in spots, but I’m down to dry pavement where it matters. My son in law phoned and made me laugh while I worked.

Got the cuff started while I waited for the snow to stop. I’ve drunk my electrolytes, now it’s time to gear up and shovel.

The pool has disappeared, but I’m too far north to get the lake effect. The guy with dementia just called our grandson Noah, Jonah. Then he said he dreamed about Noah/Jonah being thrown into the snow. Yikes! Do not tell my daughter in law, we are visiting tomorrow.

Good morning! Not the best night here and it’s snowing, but I get to go out tonight! I was up around 3 after hearing a crash in the kitchen. It was a bowl that somehow bounced and didn’t break. The guy with dementia sleeps a 12-15 hour night, but takes off his cpap in the middle.

Knit check/Fit check: I made some progress and should start the cuff this evening. A knitting friend is coming over on Monday and I can’t wait to see her. I’ll be on the second sleeve by then, only another knitter understands the determination it takes to finish a second sleeve or second sock.

I think someone is Secret Santa-ing me and this should freak me out but whoever you are, I love you.

The guy with dementia just failed to recognize our older son’s cat, despite a photo. His phone did the automatic update and he couldn’t figure it out, so he wrapped it up and hid it in the garbage can. His blood pressure was too high for PT and he just sat there, mute.

Forgot to bring in the mail yesterday, so I’m just opening a note from my former neighbor gay Don. He’s been sending little notes to cheer me and this one closed with: “I’m the pretty bird in the cover, but you are too.” Love him!

Good morning to another cold morning! I slept okay. I dreamed I was living in an apartment I had in the 80’s and it was summertime, but I wasn’t younger. I lived alone, not with the terrible roommates I had then. My hip isn’t as bad as it’s been, I hope that stays.