Might As Well Face It

We are addicted to Sudoku.  Black pens, colored pens, white-out pens litter our house like junkies’ needles; grids and worksheets foul every surface.  There’s Sudoku in the Burlington Freeps & Sudoku in the Seven Days – we scrounge every one we can lay our inky hands on; buying books isn’t enough to satisfy our cravings.  Xopher no longer surfs the internet; my fiber equipment lies unused.  It’s Sudoku, Sudoku, Sudoku, broken up only the occasional sumoku, calcoku, or kenken.  Stay tuned for the inevitable journal of recovery: “Off the Grid: My Year Without Sudoku”, coming soon.

 

Vermont 251!

I’ve joined something called the “Vermont 251 Club.”  The goal is to visit each of the 251 towns in Vermont.  There are no rules.  If you pay dues to join, you get to use their not-very-good website.  Here’s my home page.  I paid extra to buy a scrapbook.  It’s spiral bound and lined and lists every town with a quarter page or more for taking notes.  I’m printing out actual physical copies of my pictures and pasting them in.  Yeah, with glue!  I don’t know, I’m down on the entire Internet these days.  I didn’t want this silly little project to be just another collection of selfies floating around.  I wanted an artifact.  And not all the pictures are even going to be selfies.  Was a time when people just took pictures of what was around them.  I don’t have to prove to anyone I was in each town.  I know I was there and the project is my own little game.

 

 

All Kinds of Everything

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I did the whole tree today including the lights.  X has done the lights for two decades.  I guess he’s retired.  I did them.  They look fine.

I don’t know how to describe my mojo today.  Low mojo.  But not an existential crisis.  Just low mojo.  It’s like having a cold.

We went to Simple Roots Brewing for beer & Pie Empire Pie.  Then downtown, bought a couple of gifts.  Then dessert downtown.  Too much inedible buttercream.

I love going downtown.  We used to go nearly every weekend.   Now, there are so many other choices.  Maybe I love being downtown because I was young there?  Or because I’ll always miss an urban environment?

And so largely melancholy today… but we came home, with the tree lit up, and damn it looks nice.