Good mornthing
17/12/18 09:45![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blissmorgan...and welcome to errybuggy who has landed here as part of the great LogOut, protesting Tumblr’s ill-conceived decision to alienate the majority of their user base by cracking down on pornography, erotic images, female nipples and sex workers, yet still failing to do anything about the nazi blogs and white supremacy proliferation on their platform.
For my part, I didn’t realize how much Tumbl-ing had become a regular part of my day until today, when I keep reaching for my phone in quiet moments only to recall that no, I’m not going there today.
We are barreling toward Christmas, which we celebrate in a somewhat secular way - which is to say, no churching. I have suitable gifts lined up for all the Spawn, and stocking stuffing stuff, and fresh wrapping paper for all of it. I still need to get SALM’s present, but it will come after the new year and he doesn’t much mind. Official Holiday Constructs have never been much of a thing for him, but he is content to flow with my tide on that front, so the kids will have a good time.
Yesterday I made the very dangerous decision of telling Youngest he got to pick out our tree, and off we went. First we visited the sale the Boy Scouts Do at the church up the street, where everything left was spindly and small. He sound one he liked though. $45. So off we went to the bank.
Near at my bank is a hardware store and, since we also need a tree stand, we pulled in. And there we noticed trees for sale around the side of the building. “Let’s go look,” I suggested, “just to see.” While we were looking, one of the trees fell over. I gamely went and hauled it upright, and the lad’s eyes got big. “It’s perfect!”
it was $29.
For my part, I didn’t realize how much Tumbl-ing had become a regular part of my day until today, when I keep reaching for my phone in quiet moments only to recall that no, I’m not going there today.
We are barreling toward Christmas, which we celebrate in a somewhat secular way - which is to say, no churching. I have suitable gifts lined up for all the Spawn, and stocking stuffing stuff, and fresh wrapping paper for all of it. I still need to get SALM’s present, but it will come after the new year and he doesn’t much mind. Official Holiday Constructs have never been much of a thing for him, but he is content to flow with my tide on that front, so the kids will have a good time.
Yesterday I made the very dangerous decision of telling Youngest he got to pick out our tree, and off we went. First we visited the sale the Boy Scouts Do at the church up the street, where everything left was spindly and small. He sound one he liked though. $45. So off we went to the bank.
Near at my bank is a hardware store and, since we also need a tree stand, we pulled in. And there we noticed trees for sale around the side of the building. “Let’s go look,” I suggested, “just to see.” While we were looking, one of the trees fell over. I gamely went and hauled it upright, and the lad’s eyes got big. “It’s perfect!”
it was $29.