You know you’re listening to old school Puerto Rican rap when they sing, attention, my cassette is out 😅
There’s no such thing as writer’s block. There’s simply a fear of bad writing. Do enough bad writing and some good writing is bound to show up.
Saturday
I mind dark mode less on the Mac than. I do on iOs/iPadOS
Day 4/30, Hello Kitty
A simple substitute might change a habit.
Instead of a snack, brush your teeth.
Instead of a nap, go for a walk.
Instead of a nasty tweet or cutting remark, write it down in a private notebook.
Instead of the elevator, take the stairs.
Instead of doomscrolling, send someone a nice note.
Instead of an angry email, make a phone call.
Instead of a purchase seeking joy, consider a donation…
Yesterday I went to pick Marley up from school, and I was wearing my pink Hello Kitty shirt, as you do. As I was walking towards her classroom and through the parking lot, some people from inside their car yelled, I love your shirt!!
They loved my shirt!!!! 😍
🌙
first week of school done
lessons learned and and much more
glad for the weekend
When it happens
Day 3/30 of Hello Kitty
I have been slacking off this week. I have not been to the gym a single day this week. Bad Gaby, bad bad, bad. If anything, I did some stretches exercises and a mile and a half walk yesterday, and that’s about it. Food wise, well, okay at best, could have done better choices, I think.
Can’t let this go for too long, or I’ll get lazy again. Perhaps I shall do an unscheduled gym visit over the weekend, or sometime at home. It is finally not-so-hot anymore to do outdoorsy workouts if I don’t feel like driving to the gym.
IN OTHER NEWS
Micro.blog to Day One export worked, as far as I can tell. For some reason, mine took about two days.
hoy c bb
You think vaccines don’t fucking work? Oh, fuck off into the trash, you attention-seeking fuckworm-faced shitbutt. This isn’t even a point worth discussing, you fuck-o-rama fuck-stival of ignorance. Vaccines got rid of smallpox and polio and all the other disgusting diseases that used to kill off little fucks like you en masse. Your relatives got fucking vaccinated and let you live, and now here you are signing up to be killed by a fucking disease against which there is a ninety-nine-percent effective vaccine. You fucking moron. Go in the fucking ocean and fuck a piranha. Fuck. Fuck that. Fuck you. Get vaccinated.
🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
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I have been using Glass now a week or so pass my trial, and I didn’t even think about whether to let it renew or not, it was — for me — a no briner. I enjoy it, I do dedicate time to it, definitely not the same amount as I would spend in other places like Micro.blog but enough to make it worth its subscription.
I have posted many of my favorite photos. I have gotten good feedback on some of them, or may have just started a conversation. Yesterday, though, I found myself conflicted about posting a particular photo. I thought it was interesting. I asked myself. Is this photo worthy of Glass?”
It was only for a split second, but the question came regardless. It’s like asking yourself. Is this task too mundane for my fancy task manager? Does that make sense?
If, you are wondering, here is the photo in question,
By all accounts, I like this photo and for a split second I though, this is too ‘childish’ for Glass. Glass is for professional photos, yo!
This made me think, if this is a question that will pop up in my head every time, when using Glass specifically, then something is wrong. Probably me by having this made-up vision of what Glass is or should be. I am certain that I am probably not the only one using the service with perhaps the same issues.
I don’t know, just a thought.
Now, if you all excuse me, I need to head out to pick up Marley from school, and with her scooter.
Day 2/30 of Hello Kitty
Since Marley started kindergarten, I had only dropped her off at school the very first day. Mom was there, little sister (Luna), and even grandpa. I remember having all sorts of mixed emotions, I might even shed a tear or two. Thereafter, it was grandpa dropping her off and me picking her up at the end of the day. Picking her up is way easier by far.
Today, grandpa was not available, so it was up to me to drop her off, alone this time. I wondered how it’d go, and it was, okay.
What I enjoyed the most was getting things ready at home. Prepping her lunch bag, getting specific instructions on what would go where in the lunchbox. The excitement, of Marley, on leaving for school.
Marley: Papa we need to leave now, grandpa always leave early
Me: grandpa lives about 20 minutes from the school, we live 5 minutes from it (even less)
She was an eager little beaver.
We drove by the school, I parked, she got her backpack, she asked to cross her, and once she was close to the classroom…
She’s gone, like I didn’t exist 😅
This afternoon, I get to pick her up, I am working from home, so I will just walk to the school — with her scooter 🛴
🙌🏽🎵 Pepas by Farruko
Progress
It hasn’t quit on me yet. Last time it didn’t get this far at all.
Inspired by Manton, I am going to do my own photography 30-day challenge. I don’t, well, I do have murals in my area, but I sure don’t have time to go to them. What I do have, and all around me all day long, are toys.
So let’s start with my most recent.
Say hello
Never have I ever spent 50 USD on gas on my current vehicle, until today. Yikes! 😬
