My daughter and I have been listening to Jesse Welles’ (Under the Power Lines versions) of Autumn and Anything But Me quite a lot. Certain is also fire, but a little too political for my 6-year-old to grasp.

Newgrange is essentially my holy place, and I hope to see it one day. Mythology or not, to stand where the Tuatha De Danaan are said to have inhabited and are now laid to rest would be otherworldly.

They’re not my current brand of spirituality, but they set me on the path long ago.

Freeman’s Mind is such a comfort to return to every now and then. Ross has one of those Homer Simpson voices that make me feel warm and at peace just listening to.

This was my experience with poutine before and after visiting Canada. No one truly gets it until they’ve had it. The real stuff. Not shredded mozzarella over fries.

White cheddar cheese curds/squeakers over fries with piping hot brown gravy poured directly over.

Now I live in Canada and eat it all the time.

Bees went fucking nuts for my lupine, even while living in an urban environment. Only problem was that the aphids did too. So many that it was revolting. I had to aggressively remove them every single day of the colonies would explode and destroy my lupine within a very short time. They’d suck it dry.

I’m still afraid to switch to Linux because I’ve used Windows since i was a kid with Windows 95. It’s gotten progressively worse, and I’m still reluctantly camped out on Windows 10, but the thought of firing up a new operating system and going back to being a confused adolescent who doesn’t know how to get around (with or without accidentally making an older woman crouching in red lingerie the desktop wallpaper on my family computer and then denying any knowledge of it) makes me really uneasy.

Please, Linux whisperers. Calm my woes. 😓