Sunday morning glow
The first really cold evening came early this year but that didn’t stop us from enjoying the skeleton festival.
Phantom Hurri-pains
Ian is the first major hurricane hitting my hometown since I moved away. I spent all yesterday helping to coordinate emergency alert information on the university website. I chatted with family, friends, and coworkers about their plans for evacuating …
My first thrown pottery! These two cups are the results of my first pottery throwing class. Much like the first leather goods I ever made, these cups are amazing to hold with the knowledge that I hand threw them. If you want to change your life, make something with your hands.
I attended my first fencing class tonight. My wife has fenced for many years but this is the first time we’ve lived near a class that accepts total newbs like me. It was far more fun than I expected and I’m looking forward to going back!
Time continues its spiral with the year anniversary of our move to Michigan. It’s been a joy to feel the temperatures slow drop and celebrate the closing out of the outdoor season with all the fall, jazz, and heritage festivals.
Creativity begets creativity. It started with drawing my D&D characters, then I learned to paint their minis, and now it’s progressed to me carving places for them to live.
Today is a sad day. It’s difficult for me to think of England without Queen Elizabeth as the two have been inseparable my entire life but here we are.
The autumnal temperatures are slowly showing in the trees which means I’ve been in Michigan for a whole year now. I’m excited to be able to enjoy my favorite season of the year.
My office once held a multi-year D&D game that quickly became the most popular way to create community between teams. It brought more disparate people together than all the sports and drinking events ever did. Sadly, COVID abruptly ended it and my office is lesser for it.
All of my D&D characters get “trophies” so I spent the afternoon painting their minis. They’re a small accomplishment (literally) but it feels so good to be doing something creative again.
Favorite hood ornament from this year’s Motor Muster was on a pink Nash Metropolitan.
I’ve started unsubscribing from podcasts that feature men who refuse to clear their throats. Some people can’t stand listening to people eat on mic but I can’t stand listening to hours of phlegm rattling.
Flickr and I Broke Up
One of my oldest and most useful ways to recall memories just vanished. Flickr’s recent account changes meant I had to either delete hundreds of personal photos I only want family to access or pay them $72 USD every year until the end of time. …
