Also, my friend's soon-to-be-a-mom mare has started to develop her bag! Next, her teats will wax up and her colostrum will come in. We're so close now! I'm so ready to jump in my car to watch The Gross Miracle of Equine Life occur (it will likely occur at like 2am and we'll find out the next morning, V is a very private and protective mare). I will take a thousand pics and videos for you.
Trying to find the goodness in people, I prefer to think the "address me by my husband's rank" bumper sticker is a clever joke. The rank shown is Petty Officer Second Class so claiming your spouses rank is both petty and second class. Also a real Navy sleeve rank should include their rating insignia or it did decades ago when I was in. :) All these years later I still refuse to wear white thanks to trying to keep my Navy uniforms clean.
I would love nothing more today than to smoke some weed with Grandma Peggy around a record player and listen to her talk about why she loves the things that she loves and have a good healing cry.
And Nicky, be gentle with yourself today. We love you.
Just missed my kid’s only Zoom for two weeks with his desperately-missed classmates because I forgot what day it is. I fixed it by crying in my bedroom so he wouldn’t find out.
Dear Grandma Peggy, you don't know me and I don't know you, but we both know Nicole and the fact that she considers you a positive influence in a life well lived tells me all that I need to know. You are clearly a special person to have had impact on another special person and we all appreciate the woman you helped to bring into all of our lives. You are all a gift to us during these hard times!
I wrote this yesterday, as I was thinking about John Prine:
When some famous people die, it is as if a city is suddenly gone. The skyline of their fame and recognition is forever altered by their death, but for you, personally, it is almost too big to grasp. They weren't a person to you, they were an icon, unknowable, at a remove.
John Prine's death wasn't like that. He's the empty chair at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee going cold and a cigarette turning itself to ash in the ashtray. He was famous, sure, but his songs were always intimate. Listening to him was like catching up with an old friend. Your interests might have changed, you might be in different places, but there was always room at that table, always a cup of coffee, or a beer, and time to hear a story and laugh at an old joke retold.
I think that is one reason his death felt like such a blow.
Thank you for featuring my darling Calliope. To Grandma Peggy— Anyone who is loved by Nicole, who helped make her the person she is, is a true gem and deserves all the best.
Grandma Peggy, things are so stupid and shitty right now, but YOU are so good. I wish we could all share a bowl and a massive group hug. I am so sorry you're grieving and that you have to do it alone. I am holding you in my heart.
A friend of mine--a man I'd worked for once as a young teenager, who was so kind to me during a really awful time in my life--was a folk singer. He was the one who played my first John Prine song, though I couldn't tell you now, more than 2 decades removed, which song it was. He died a few years ago, very suddenly, very shortly after we'd gotten back in touch.
He wrote this song about grief, and if it's maybe not perfectly applicable, it might still be a cathartic listen for someone:
Nicky, are you okay? I mean, you know, while generously allowing for *waves hand*. You seem a lil wrung out. Which is understandable, obv, but check in with us. And take care of yourself. You really do give a lot and put yourself out there a ton.
Grandma Peggy! You are so strong. Even when you don’t feel like it, you are doing amazing, the best you can, and everyone around you appreciates it. Little children adore you, and adults admire you. You make all of them feel loved. You are the kind of thoughtful, principled person that John Prine wrote for and about, and I am so sorry that we lost him at this time. I hope I grow up to be like you someday. There are going to be so many marvelous parties when this is over, but I have a feeling that whatever party you are at will be one of the very best.
Grandma Peggy, I adore the stories Nicole shares about you. You are a badass, strong woman who seems like great company and you mean so much to your granddaughter and her family. How wonderful! You are wonderful. Hang in there. We can all be sad together; we need that sometimes.
I had to read "d*ing" several times before concluding that it must mean "dying." Does this kind of thing help anybody? I get it when it's a person's name and you don't want to show up in searches, or something like that, but I don't really see how someone with a trigger around death is safer with that asterisk than without it, and this seems harder to blacklist.
Somehow I had never heard of John Prine before this week, so I fully count myself in the "whole new generation finding him due to the tributes". It's very strange to discover a great musician immediately after they die.
Lin-Manuel gave me his email addy when I left Twitter and I have not abused it! I WANT CREDIT FOR NOT BUGGING LIN!
Also, my friend's soon-to-be-a-mom mare has started to develop her bag! Next, her teats will wax up and her colostrum will come in. We're so close now! I'm so ready to jump in my car to watch The Gross Miracle of Equine Life occur (it will likely occur at like 2am and we'll find out the next morning, V is a very private and protective mare). I will take a thousand pics and videos for you.
Trying to find the goodness in people, I prefer to think the "address me by my husband's rank" bumper sticker is a clever joke. The rank shown is Petty Officer Second Class so claiming your spouses rank is both petty and second class. Also a real Navy sleeve rank should include their rating insignia or it did decades ago when I was in. :) All these years later I still refuse to wear white thanks to trying to keep my Navy uniforms clean.
Hugs to Grandma Peggy!
I would love nothing more today than to smoke some weed with Grandma Peggy around a record player and listen to her talk about why she loves the things that she loves and have a good healing cry.
And Nicky, be gentle with yourself today. We love you.
Just missed my kid’s only Zoom for two weeks with his desperately-missed classmates because I forgot what day it is. I fixed it by crying in my bedroom so he wouldn’t find out.
I think we all need a some Nice Time, yes?
I did it, y’all! I submitted an application to adopt a greyhound!
I cannot even watch a 30 minute TV show during quarantine, but somehow I am now going to find a way to watch Endgame (AGAIN) because of these posts.
Monica Lewinsky might have won Holy Week and I don't even know if she's Christian. https://twitter.com/MonicaLewinsky/status/1247943682088525825?s=20
Dear Grandma Peggy, you don't know me and I don't know you, but we both know Nicole and the fact that she considers you a positive influence in a life well lived tells me all that I need to know. You are clearly a special person to have had impact on another special person and we all appreciate the woman you helped to bring into all of our lives. You are all a gift to us during these hard times!
I wrote this yesterday, as I was thinking about John Prine:
When some famous people die, it is as if a city is suddenly gone. The skyline of their fame and recognition is forever altered by their death, but for you, personally, it is almost too big to grasp. They weren't a person to you, they were an icon, unknowable, at a remove.
John Prine's death wasn't like that. He's the empty chair at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee going cold and a cigarette turning itself to ash in the ashtray. He was famous, sure, but his songs were always intimate. Listening to him was like catching up with an old friend. Your interests might have changed, you might be in different places, but there was always room at that table, always a cup of coffee, or a beer, and time to hear a story and laugh at an old joke retold.
I think that is one reason his death felt like such a blow.
Thank you for featuring my darling Calliope. To Grandma Peggy— Anyone who is loved by Nicole, who helped make her the person she is, is a true gem and deserves all the best.
Grandma Peggy, things are so stupid and shitty right now, but YOU are so good. I wish we could all share a bowl and a massive group hug. I am so sorry you're grieving and that you have to do it alone. I am holding you in my heart.
A friend of mine--a man I'd worked for once as a young teenager, who was so kind to me during a really awful time in my life--was a folk singer. He was the one who played my first John Prine song, though I couldn't tell you now, more than 2 decades removed, which song it was. He died a few years ago, very suddenly, very shortly after we'd gotten back in touch.
He wrote this song about grief, and if it's maybe not perfectly applicable, it might still be a cathartic listen for someone:
https://youtu.be/tW4CGQldexQ
Nicky, are you okay? I mean, you know, while generously allowing for *waves hand*. You seem a lil wrung out. Which is understandable, obv, but check in with us. And take care of yourself. You really do give a lot and put yourself out there a ton.
Hi Grandma Peggy!
Grandma Peggy! You are so strong. Even when you don’t feel like it, you are doing amazing, the best you can, and everyone around you appreciates it. Little children adore you, and adults admire you. You make all of them feel loved. You are the kind of thoughtful, principled person that John Prine wrote for and about, and I am so sorry that we lost him at this time. I hope I grow up to be like you someday. There are going to be so many marvelous parties when this is over, but I have a feeling that whatever party you are at will be one of the very best.
Grandma Peggy, I adore the stories Nicole shares about you. You are a badass, strong woman who seems like great company and you mean so much to your granddaughter and her family. How wonderful! You are wonderful. Hang in there. We can all be sad together; we need that sometimes.
hey Grandma Peggy, thanks for simply being a GOAT grandma, much love to you
I had to read "d*ing" several times before concluding that it must mean "dying." Does this kind of thing help anybody? I get it when it's a person's name and you don't want to show up in searches, or something like that, but I don't really see how someone with a trigger around death is safer with that asterisk than without it, and this seems harder to blacklist.
Somehow I had never heard of John Prine before this week, so I fully count myself in the "whole new generation finding him due to the tributes". It's very strange to discover a great musician immediately after they die.
Hugs to Grandma Peggy, we all love Grandma Peggy