Do you just write sometimes? Getting it out feels good. I’m not sure why I felt compelled to share this, but as we say, “It is what it is” and here it is without editing or checking for typos:
Well, it’s March 24, 2025 and I woke up remembering my dreams which is a rarity. I was in my hearts home of Colorado trying to find a way back to my house and ran into a beautiful overlook that was a big body of water.
Thanking God for waking me and my teen and watching over us today keeping us safe and healthy before I even open my eyes is my usual ritual. I got to cuddle with my teen since it’s spring break this week. Grateful to have that opportunity and sad we don’t have a budget to venture out this week.
Speaking of, the snow is thicker than I thought it would be for Spring snow. It’s pretty on the trees, but it means we won’t be venturing out the hour and 1/2 to civilization to get our necessities today. I sent a photo to my two besties of the snow who live in another state and said, “good morning”. They couldn’t believe it. It’s supposed to snow today and tomorrow with a chance of no snow on Wed.
Coffee hits just right as I write and look at the snow covered branches out of my living room window and my teen does some creative work on Canva. I created a few jazz songs for my new lofi YouTube channel, one out of 10 sounded okay so far. Yesterday, I tried a new software program called OBS to live stream on Youtube, but it was frustrating trying to figure that out. I’ll try again another day.
Today was the day my Uncle passed a few years ago. I remember it because it’s also the day that the Breakfast Club movie came out in 1984. So, when I look at social media on this day every year and see the tributes to that movie, I remember it’s the day of his passing.
He always said that his grandad passed on St. Patricks day. He had a sip of the broth from the corned beef and cabbage stew on St. Patricks day the month he passed. He taught me so much in the kitchen. So much about life. So much. I miss him. I miss the good old days.
I’m not sure what this day will bring other than trying not to show my depression around my teen. I want to spend quality time so I will. I will create fun somehow today for us! Maybe we will make our chocolate doo-dad cookies today. Play a board game, watch some episodes of Modern Family, read, create, dream of having a dog. I’m sure I’ll get some work done also.
Oh yeah, Facebook showed me a video memory this morning of my teen crawling like a turtle as a one-year old and then walking. Our Poodle, Jack, was such a patient dog/human. It was the cutest!
Okay, off to the shower and to create a magical spring break day for my teen.
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Breakfast Club makes me sad in a wistful way. The song is part of it. But there is a tone to that movie. I’m not sure why really.