MandarisHey @maique! Here is a picture of one of the sandwiches. I think I spend too much time rolling the meat in the sandwich in an attempt to get some texture.
Someone keeps knocking the stuffing out of her bed.
It’s the little things in life that really, really irate me when it comes to Apple’s software. All I wanted to do was read the MacStories iOS and iPad review on my iPad and it feels like I’m being punished in some ways.
Now the problem is that I have the file on my Mac, but there is no indication of how much of it has been loaded to the server or when I can expected it to be completed so that I can read it on my iPad. A true first world problem.
On top of that, there doesn’t seem to be any control over when I don’t want it to be on the cloud or if I want to delete it.
There are soooo many text editors to choose from these days.
If there was ever a time that you wanted to explore different ways to write text on a Mac, this would be that time. I’m currently bouncing between a few as I work through my goal of writing 100 words a day1. I’m planning on writing more about this after the month is over, but I will say that it’s been kind of fun to see what they all have to offer.
Strangely enough, I’ve been having the urge to write with pen and paper.
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A forgot to hit the publish button yesterday, so today will have twice the amount of awesomeness. ↩︎
Went to get some air.
It was a pretty full day, I woke up later than I usually do and looks sometime making coffee. My daughter had a soccer match and it felt good to be able to see it without worring about smoke and heat.
I also attempted to watch Dune tonight, but I didn’t get much further than 16 minutes before everyone else left the room and I turned the movie off.
I also spent the evening with my wife watching the movie “We Broke up”. I was a short comedy that left me feeling sad as the couple… well… broke up. The difference being that they separate without a lot of screaming or infidelity. Just drifted apart and found that they wanted something different in their respective lives. We saw it because it had Chidi in it.
the day after the tears
Yesterday was pretty chaotic.
It feels like today went to an opposite extreme.
Just feeling lethargic and the dread that I’m going to mess up.
I started to think about what my daughter said about wanting more control of her life. With the pandemic, I don’t know if there is anyone who feels in control.
We decided that we’ll go for more bike rides and I came up with a plan to start the day with writing in the more what kind of self care we are going to do. At the end of day we’d see how much of it had accomplished.
If you know of a way raise a 12 year old girls confidence, please let me know.
Being a parent is so, so very hard to do. Not only are you supposed to be responsible for yourself as an adult but you have a responsibility to someone else. Someone who didn’t choose to have you as a parent.
I think that’s been one of the hardest things about this pandemic. We’re stuck with the same group of people day in and day out and I feel like I’m not doing enough. You have a bad day, you can’t do anything but try to keep it inside so you don’t hurt the ones around you.
Because they can’t go anywhere else either.
We’re all stuck here together on a planet that dying faster than anyone cares to admit.
Today, I just feel so weak.
Because I don’t know the right thing to say or the right thing to do.
Something about this fire hydrant
Being drunk means never having to say your sorry
About two days ago, I had a friend start shouting some stuff in a group chat that a few of my friends were in. Nothing wrong with that by itself, it’s a private chat that we use our personal devices to connect with. The problem is that some of the stuff was just 100% not cool and we could all tell that he’d been drinking that night.
I didn’t make a big deal about it but thought I’d text him the next day privately to ask him if everything was alright. The text messages had gone out on a school night1 and from my experience it could mean something more.
Here is basically what the text chain was. No changes to highlight that I don’t edit my text even when I post them for you fine people.
- Me
- Are you ok?
- Him
- Ya man….why?
- Me
Picture of conversation- Him
- I was talking shit man…and then talking about baseball…the Giants. I see now I wrote decisions when it should have said “division”. Then talking more shit. Sorry, I’ll add more emojis from now on.
- Me
- Do you think I care about the emojis?
- I’m ask about you.
Wow, you can really feel the drama there…
Anyway, I haven’t heard back since, and I’m not going to wait around for an appology.
It’s just kind of weird for me to have this kind of reaction.
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I’m no longer in school and I call any Sunday through Thursday night a “school night”. ↩︎
