Big picture

Today I was thinking a lot about what I want in a big picture sense and what I want, I suppose, in the smaller picture.

For example.

I ended up at a fundraiser luncheon for an organization that provides scholarships for low income families to send their kids to private schools (elementary through high school). It’s essentially privately funded school vouchers.

And, well, you can’t watch a video about tearful single mothers who can’t afford to live in neighborhoods with good schools and bright eyed kids who say they feel loved and supported at their private schools without thinking yeah, okay, that’s a good thing.

But of course I think all that money could be best spent at public schools. As a speaker lamented the state of public schools in Colorado, my friend nudged me and whispered, “That’s why we all need to vote for Bernie.”

So in the big picture sense, this charity isn’t something I’d be on board with. But zoom in, and all of the individual success stories are still, well, successful.

By the way, Missy Franklin was the keynote speaker. (You know, the Olympic swimmer.) She went to a private Catholic high school in Colorado but I’ll point out she opted for the number one public university in the world when it came to college. (Though to be fair you’re allowed to go to any college you want, they don’t make you go to the one closest to your house. But I digress.)


I’m reminded, as we inch closer to a presidential election, as more and more soundbites make headlines, that things are complicated, especially when you assume good intentions, that no one is out to get anyone, but that both sides have a sincere and earnest desire to do good. It’s easy to paint the other side as the bad guy. It’s harder, and less provocative, to say that we’re both the good guys with different ideas for how to best achieve shared goals.

catching up

I tried to think of thing I haven’t blogged about and I made this list:

  • Getting blonde highlights and having ridiculous incredible emotions about them. Still not resolved. 
  • Moving!
  • Becoming a yoga teacher! (!!!!)
  • Almost fostering a dog. 
  • Acquiring new good friends. 
  • Becoming landlords. 
  • Chris quitting his job to go back to school. (!!!!!)
  • That one time we went to Maine. (Gorgeous.)
  • Complicated feeling about social media. 
  • Even more complicated feelings about family. (Lolz, not for blogs.)
  • My love affair with gin. 

So. I guess look out for our Christmas card.

get off my lawn, Jewel

I just somehow fell down an Instagram hole that led me to Jewel. Like, Who Will Save Your Soul Jewel. That one. 

And in general I have the utmost sympathy for singers who become famous at a young age. Can you imagine, seriously, can you even imagine the poetry you wrote at the age of 19 being the thing people know you for? 

Alanis Morissette is the same age as she is, now 41. I would cringe to be known now for the “deep” things I wrote about ex boyfriends at the time, much less ten years from now. 

But I have no sympathy for Jewel! I saw her in concert three years ago and she was really unprofessional. “I was going to release a few songs before coming today but instead I took a nap.” And she quit two or three songs halfway through because she couldn’t remember the words. When it came time for an encore, she begged off. “Let’s pretend I walked offstage and walked back on, my feet really hurt.”

I can’t find it now but three years ago Mel was pissed and tweeted something about how if I had showed up that unprepared for work, I’d get fired. And it’s changed the way I look at young celebrities. 

I can’t imagine that level of fame and stress packed on top of youth packed in top of not getting a college education or having those young formative years in an office job where you get knocked down a bit and just learn to be a fucking grown up. Like, why are these the people we hold up and idolize? In real life the people are so annoying. 

AND THEN I was scrolling through her Instagram and not but a few days ago she posted a photo of the footbridge not even one block from our new place. Get off my lawn, missy!

Hi, friends. 

If you’re ever looking for a great way to practice nonattachment I highly recommend something we tried a few weeks ago: move from a three bedroom/two bath home into a one bedroom apartment half the size. 

At this point I’d love to say that every single thing we own is either necessary or something we love. I mean, that’s a lovely sentiment. 

But we still have some candles that are just kind of there. Turns out we currently own four bottles of olive oil. There are knick knacks I’m fond of but that I’m not sure I love. 

But this view? Literally the view from my pillow without me even lifting my head? Love. Worth losing 300 square feet or so of closet space.