STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WARNING

I am in a delightful phase of a slight role shift in my company.  Having a new team and new boss, etc.

Of course, the Full Heather Jacket experience is totally new to them, so as usual - they either love it or they hate it.  Or perhaps they are indifferent, who knows?

  And I've been intermittently keeping this blog and that other blog off and on and off and on for 16 years or more.  Crazy 

I've been toying with the idea of airing them out.  I have so many random ideas that I like to think through and it would be cool to store them here and maybe even reference back to flesh out the ideas?

Joan Didion story on

John Gregory Dunne

And of course - Toni Morrison

So many writers featured this weekend.  And I love writing stories about my life.  I just heard a "fun fact" about how the Irish love to tell stories -- ah, ha!  It is literally in my genetic make-up!

Anyway.  Writing.  Blogging.  Whatever.  It's all been coming up and I've been thinking about it again.  I miss journaling.  And blogging.  And long rambling pointless internet holes.

Before facebook and twitter and trump ruined our everything.

I just want a moratorium on talking about him, although I'm sure I won't be able to.

I have a lovely chat with some lovely folks about politics and differences and polarization.  I'm guilty of this myself in many ways.  I don't mean to shun Republicans, though I know I do.  My friend says - what difference does it make?  She says, I'm going to think and believe what I do, and he is going to do the same.  So, who cares?

She says this at the same time she is saying that someone didn't want to go on date with her because she posted a slightly liberal comment in her bio. 

So, I say, this person is a Republican and he won't hang out with you because his views are different than yours, but you don't see what difference that makes???

Listen.  I applaud this level of political maturity.  Other friends have said this about trying to hook their moms up to friend each other.  I expressed surprise since they're so different politically.  They roll their eyes at my _____ ...  Narrow mindedness, maybe?  Too much Facebooky-ness?  I forget that we used to just get along with people who felt differently than we did about political matters.

And yeah, I miss that.  I'm not sure how I could ever be that way again...  Certainly worth thinking about.


Anyway.  This weekend is Harper's birthday weekend.  6 years old.  Crazy town.  Tina invited me to tag along with Harper and three of her little girl friends.  SO fun.  I dressed over the top because -- well, you already know why.  And the girls were 4 different personality types, and that was SUPER fun to watch.  Two sisters.  One VERY extroverted and the other not introverted, but just resigned to not talking as much as her sister.  I complained too much, as I do, but Tina was awesome.  Wrangling the kids, going in and out with attentiveness with purpose.  Getting my wine.  :D

All right.  It's late.  I'm signing off to listen to some music and wind down for bed.