Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Just Because the Eldest Sister Was Initiated in the "Clean Up in Aisle Five" Scenario, I Wore My Cynderballz Socks to Work Yesterday

When I opened my social drawer, they immediately stood out...the Cynderballz pair with the sky-blue joy of merrier days. I wanted her close to me for the recovery...the initiation of showing total parental love and for adulting like a champion the entire way. She's always thinking on her toes, so I wanted her on my toes, too...brotherly love. It is part of the life-cycle narrative that inevitably gets discussed, even when the outcome is somewhat dreary. 

The sad part is the doctor's office doesn't have an entire row dedicated to paper towels, which worked to my advantage a couple of summers ago. 

I don't like aging...not one bit. I've love the energy of age 18-45 with tremendous might, and now know the hints of what's to come are with me every day as I ache, complain, lose sleep, and worry about what is coming next. 

Here's to all children who reverse course when their parents get older. Here's to Cynde who does it with little complaining...just a lot of rescuing. And many thanks to Dylan for donating a pair of sweatpants to the cause.

Yesterday, I walked Karal and failed to grab a pair of gloves because I had no idea winter arrived overnight. I also drove to work in crazy flurries which were beautiful, but a little premature in my opinion. I'm not ready for the bone-pain of whipping winds, but that is what we received yesterday. I should have known from the rustling leaves dancing down the street last night and the ones that blew against my window. I queue the opening of Rudolph and the tale of brutal winters ahead. I'm okay with it once the lights are up, but without them I am just grumpy at the quick, season change.

I had tickets for a show after class last night, but the temperatures pushed me to simply drive home, because I don't want to be so exhausted, I get sick, too (which comes with this time of year).

Here's to Mittwoch and garbage day. Cheers to the idea of being productive. 

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