This dandelion said, your careful cultivation can’t stop me.

Packed my books for the writing retreat. Can you tell what genre and theme I’m working with to write my next book?

It gives me joy to be able to pay for individual lessons for my kid in what he loves (soccer). I grew up without much parental support and it feels so good to be a different kind of parent.

I am loving Maggie Smith’s Dear Writer. And yes, I’m in the bleachers at a tween basketball camp.

Today’s adventure in exploring the neglected nearby. Gorger’s in Cortland NY.

Today’s adventure in exploring the neglected nearby. Lunch in Cortland, NY.

Today I’m working at the sweetest little queer bookstore.

This is the cutest library and it’s my new favorite place.

About the McConnell image. The newspaper text looks like AI text. Doesn’t it?

I’m going to check out those books. And when I’m back home, I’ll send some of my favorites back. Right now I have this with me.

Took the kid to play soccer and ended up watching a life flight land on the field.

Summer (online) teaching while my kid swims. Not bad.

Someone is staring at me.

Love seeing Egypt thank Allah for this remarkable goal, right on the field.

Gen Z will change the world. From The Great Wave by Michiko Kakutani.

Still can’t believe that this POS is anyone’s hero.

This miscreant can open the screen door all by herself and loves to let herself out to woof at delivery drivers.

And God promised not to flood the soccer field ever again.

What.

Kid stole my shoes.

When you’re eleven and your parents are in their fifties, you get whipped cream on your Cheerios.

Shopping thrift today. Found two tents to give to homeless folks and a pair of fancy soccer cleats for the kid at $1 for the pair. Also harassed these guys a little.

This is real, from 1990.

Beautiful day for a soccer game.

I went shopping at Costco and I couldn’t eat any of the food I got there. After watching my family enjoy a lunch I couldn’t eat, I placed an order just for myself at the grocery store and set myself up for a week of lunches like this.

The beauty of the small, the forgotten, the leftovers. These are what were left after everyone picked through the strawberry patch yesterday.

Huh?

Hee hee

We are living in an Onion timeline. Imagine if this were predicted in 1995. Who would believe it?