Michelle

She was radiant in everything. Moira Rose was my tv mom after my mom died. This one hurts.

Me in white bob wig, sunglasses, satin pajama top with black vest and brooch holding glass of white wine, cosplaying as Moira Rose

Catherine O’Hara has been a radiant, witty and beautiful part of so many of my favorite joyful moments.

Watching Schitt’s Creek. Moira brought me so much comfort when I was missing my mom, especially. This one is tough.

Godspeed and farewell. Thank you for the joy, laughter and memories.

❤️

We put them on for everything, but Derry Girls woulda been incomprehensible without them.

I still have mine and love it. I dread the day I’ll need a new car.

Hubby and I have just finished re-watching The Good Place, Parks and Rec and Fleabag. Now rewatching Stranger Things before watching the finale. New Girl is in our queue for a rewatch, too. We’re craving comfortable familiarity. And can’t focus on new stuff right now.

When your calling/business is death work/positivity and the world you live in has gone from apathetic disregard to full-court press of cruelty in order to make survival, much less joyful living, nearly impossible for most of us? I feel like a ghoul. And so helpless. Happy New Year, I guess.

I have always gone by my middle name. I often sign things with my first initial and full name if I want it to be more official or legal. But never casually or socially.

🎶 My hollly tree brings all the birds to the yard.

About 30 seconds after I stopped this video a bird in another tree gave a signal and at least 30 flew out and moved on. Maybe a warning about our neighborhood hawks or just time for them to move on to the next site of their progressive dinner.

Devastating.

I’m pretty sure The Dick Van Dyke Show, Addams Family and Twilight Zone were on Hulu when we first started streaming it. I binged them all. I’m so happy he made it to 100 and to celebrate him.

I know a CPA/Fractional CFO who fired a large client that refused to accept her expertise about a policy. They insisted if ChatGPT said it would fly, it would. She didn’t want her name, reputation associated with cutting corners and possible rule breaking.

It’s a major award!

I had to luck up AP style guideline to see if something had changed. Nope. This was WaPo choice.

I have 0 desire to return to the 70s except I really, really want a 70s station wagon. Or a hearse. So so badly.

Greyhound in plaid flannel sweater curled up on bean bag bed.

This old girl. She doesn’t want to use the ramp in the snow. Her use of space is the number one reason I won’t put up a big tree this year. We are having to resort to pee pads in our dining room. But look how cute she is.

#greyhounds

White grapevine wreath with natural greenery hangs on blue door.

Considering how I feel at the moment, there may be no decking of halls this year. I haven’t even found the oomph to put away the paltry few Halloween decorations I put out.

But we have a tradition of making wreaths after Thanksgiving dinner, and I am happy with the result.

Large dog lying on blanket on dining room rug,

Maybe it’s because hubby’s been out of town, but the girl has been dragging things all over the house the past few days. Yesterday, it was one of my sweaters to her bed and today a blanket from her bed to the dining room.

We saw McCartney a decade or so ago. I’ve never been so terrified to stand in a venue before. I stayed seated and tried not to look down. So steep. Zero stars. Would not do again.

A doc I used to work with told me the same. Plus he wanted his grandkids (or great grandkids) to bring him whatever the newest thing is, legal or not.

The very first word of a social media biz post I made yesterday used the wrong “you’re.” I wanted to leave the country and change my name. Then these emails. I rly need to lrn 2 chil.

A large blue hydrangea flower in front of a large hanging basket of red begonia still looking healthy and bright.

Y’all it’s Nov3.

Um, Dia de Los Muertos? If making altars and communing with/remembering dead friends and family isn’t praying for them, I don’t know what it is. What a colonizing-ass bitch! Entire altars set up on Catholic Churches for it. Lighting candles, the whole 9.

I love y’all.

I’m allergic to pistachios, too.

A friend embarrassed her kids as “Sick 7.” A hot compress on the head and crutches wearing a sparkly 7 jersey. It was brilliant.

We always mess up our count but we gave away my personal stash of Jolly Ranchers to finish at 8 PM w/290. Neighbor counted 332. And they have a team of counters. So they’re probably right.

We’re at 260.

Doug’s annual tradition of intentionally misidentifying preschool superheroes has begun in earnest.

And the niblet posing as the headless horseman and subtly moving to terrify the parents.

A colorful painting of a vampire chicken.

The scariest scene in my real life horror film is trying to stop my dog from eating whatever she just found in the yard at 1:30 am in the dark while it’s raining outside. Followed closely by insomnia before a busy day.

What are some of yours?

Hope your Halloween is only treats today!