Stream Of Conciousness

Today, 8/21/2017, is the solar eclipse (Drink every time I say “eclipse”. Including that one.). The last time there was a solar eclipse visible across America was 38 years ago! Sadly, I am not in the path of totality, but at least I will still be able to experience the partial eclipse. I've been excited about this eclipse for weeks. My only regret is not finding any eclipse glasses to properly witness the event.   If you didn’t know, it's very dangerous to look at the eclipse without specially designed eclipse glasses (except during total coverage). It's dangerous to ever look at the sun for extended periods of time anyway, but during the eclipse, the light is so magnified that you can become permanently blinded by it. (I wonder how many news reports there will be about people who didn’t heed the warnings and ended up blind. Hmm…) I don’t really need to look at it though. As I mentioned, I'm not in the path of totality, so I wouldn’t get the full experience anyway. I

Dear Jessica, Friday (7/28) Drew’s mom was supposed to come to our house. Drew told me Thursday that she was wanting to come and possibly stay. We only have one bed in our house so she would’ve had to sleep on the couch. Our living room furniture is her old furniture so I'm sure she has slept on the couch we have at some point. Personally I don’t think it’s very comfortable to sleep on. It's fine to sit on, but it's too small to stretch out and have a proper sleep. You’re pretty much forced to stay in a curled up position the entire time you’re asleep. That might be fine for someone who doesn’t toss and turn at night like I do, but I imagine most people do. Its also sort of lumpy. We plan on buying an air mattress in the near future for guests to sleep on. I thought they would cost more but I looked online and found good quality queen size ones for $30-$60. I woke up Friday morning knowing I needed to clean my house to make it ready for a visitor. I put it off for

Dear Jessica, This is my third post today (and if you wanna get technical, third in the last ten minutes). I just wanted to let you know I'm still reading your blog when you post. Sometimes I check for new posts because I don't always get the e-mail notification immediately and I am very impatient. Anyway, I'm still here! I'm still consuming that sweet, sweet blog content. I never know whether I should write responses to your posts. I think about doing it and then I'm like, "I don't need to give my opinion on everything, shut up, Me." Sometimes I think about commenting or texting you about it, but then I wonder if I even have anything important enough to say. Honestly, I'm probably just overthinking it! Speaking of commenting on things, I wonder whether to respond to some of your motherhood related tweets, because what wisdom could I, a person with no children, impart on you about motherhood. I like to try to help, but sometimes I'm like

Dear Jessica, I don’t remember what day it is. I can look at the date. I can remember that yesterday was the seventh and tomorrow will be the ninth. I know that yesterday ended at 12am and today will too. But the days of the week mean nothing to me. Weekends used to mean freedom. It was a time to enjoy being at home and to put off school assignments. It was time for seeing friends and watching too much TV. Every day is a weekend now. And I'm not complaining. It’s just strange. Days don’t mean anything unless I’m making plans with other people. People who have schedules. Occasionally, I remind myself to remember what day it is because I have to be somewhere, sometime, someday. I've got plenty of time and no good way to spend it (and no money and plenty of ways to spend it, but that’s another story). Every day is a weekend. too much TV. Too much staying at home. But nowhere else to be. I like my home. Which is good, since I rarely leave it. Sometimes I wish I lived

 (In response to: x ) How often is one meant to blog? once a week? Bi-weekly? And by “bi-weekly” I mean in the "every two weeks" sense and not the "twice a week" sense. And how, without such an explanation, is anyone supposed to know whether you mean twice a week or every two weeks? It seems like a confusing phrase. My point is, I don’t have any sort of schedule for this and I will either be blogging too often or not often enough. Dear Jessica , I imagine I will also look back on this is later years (or months maybe) and feel embarrassed about writing personal letters for the whole of the internet to read. Maybe the solution is to not look back. As for now I feel really excited about it. I'm happy to have a project. You are not alone. It’s cliché to say that, but it’s true. And I know that sometimes that isn’t comforting because it doesn’t solve your problems. It doesn’t even make you feel less alone. But it’s okay to feel the way you feel.