Shipwrecked & Comatose

Why have cinnamon graham crackers become so hard to find?  ### Most of our fingers have alternate names. The first finger is the index or pointer finger. The fourth finger is the ring finger. The fifth finger is the pinky. But the middle finger is never anything but the middle finger. Why is that? Why doesn’t it have another name? Maybe I should give it one. The curse finger? ### I noticed today when my phone decides to show me a bunch of memory photos, no matter what the theme is, there are always more photos of food and drinks than anything else. I will leave that here. ### First the Ozempic commercial put Magic permanently into my head. Now Chevy trucks are infecting me with a Come and Get Your Love earworm. Well, David Paton seems to be enjoying the revival of his career. Let’s hope it does the same for Redbone. ### I wonder if George Glass was from Canada ### Further signs that I'm way too easily amused: It's so cool when I'm walking outside on a windy day wearing hoo

Perfume is one of those cosmetics that I love in theory, but hate in practice. I like the idea of having a "signature" scent or two, but finding the right one is a struggle. I feel like I spent the last decade trying to find a scent that smells good out of the bottle, still smells good on my skin an hour later, and is still perceptible by the middle of the day. It never used to be this hard. When I was in high school I remember there were few perfumes I couldn't wear. I had a hard time picking a favorite. This was the 80s when perfumes were bold and aggressive. Popular ones were easily recognizable. I remember Giorgio (that one stank), Obsession, and Poison (a divisive scent that I liked, but it gave me a headache when I wore it daily). I had a full wardrobe of fragrances in those days. I rarely bought perfume for myself. Many of my perfumes were ones people gifted my mother. She was much pickier about her scents than I was, so I ended up with her rejects. I received a fe

If you read this blog regularly, you know Kevin and I have a tradition for New Year's Eve. During the course of the year we write down happy moments and occasions on scraps of paper and put them in a box. On New Year's Eve we open the box and look back on the best of the year behind us.  Sometimes the unhappy moments of a year can cast a shadow over one's memories. The box is a reminder there are always plenty of good times and encourages us to find joy in small things. So what was in this year's box? January 13th (Friday the 13th!) - We saw Leopoldstadt January 17th - We were invited on a cruise to Iceland February 2nd - Kevin gets a new camera February 7th - Kevin gets a new car February 17th - We saw Kimberly Akimbo March 31st-April 2nd - Rachel performed in Picnic (my last play?) April 10th - Saw Immersive Monet with Mom (after a few tries to take her) April 28th-30th - Kevin performs in Lost in Yonkers May 28th - Mom's birthday pasta dinner at our place.