I’m a big fan of bullet points lately, so this might become a more regular thing. (Or not. Who knows.)
- Every fall, Andy and I play in a flag football league with our friends. Usually we aren’t very good and it’s just about having fun. This year we were the #1 team on Wednesday nights! (But we lost in the playoffs. Womp womp.)
- Now that the dust has settled from our month-long, multi-city wedding tour, I finally had time to go through the disaster zone that was our guest room. I had stashed anything and everything in there, including presents, decorations, and weeks’ worth of mail. It kills me to have clutter — but I’m trying to learn to let that go sometimes, especially when other things should take priority (such as getting married, or writing a book). Anyway, I now have a nice neat catalog of who gave us what. Thank you notes (and hand cramps) can now commence.
- After seeing dozens of people from all spheres of my life talking about it, I finally started listening to the Serial podcast. Very well-made and compelling. I keep flip-flopping on whodunit — and more importantly, I keep contemplating big human themes like how truthful memory is, how much we can know the people we love, and whether there is the capacity for darkness inside each of us.
- If you follow me on Twitter, then you probably already know that I’ve been catching up on Gilmore Girls on Netflix. Back during its original run, I stopped watching sometime after Jess showed up, but before Rory went to college. True, that means I caught the good years, but still, I’m glad to finally know the whole story. The best part was, without question, the relationship between the Gilmore Girls — Lorelai and Rory, as well as Lorelai and Emily. There was so much mother-daughter goodness (and sadness) to savor. It also made me reflect upon my own mother-daughter relationship, and the one(s) I someday hope to have.