Really thick fog this morning made the ride to school a fun adventure. We rode through a cloud!
If you’re wondering why your neighborhood no longer has a corner grocery but has four coffee houses and an artisanal condiment shop, it’s not because it’s been gentrified; rather, it’s because it’s become an “asshole survivalist enclave”–the modern-day equivalent of a medieval walled city, built to protect the inhabitants from the forces of reality.
He really, really doesn’t like the forces behind the “Bestmade” company.
Temps were right at freezing when we left, but with hats and gloves we managed to make it to school without too much trouble. Zak did ultimately regret choosing the lightweight knit gloves over his mittens, but the gloves had skeleton fingers on them. So really he had no choice at all.
And icy windows
Thermometer says it is 35 this morning, so we bundled up and drove to school in high spirits and warm jackets.
Kids didn’t go to sleep until very late last night, then they were impossible to get up; it was rainy, cold, and windy so even a trip for bagels couldn’t raise spirits. A teary drop-off for both of them. Maybe better this afternoon?
I have breast cancer. I am in good hands. There is a long road ahead and it leads to happiness and a cancer-free, long, healthy life.
After learning that two of her friends, who were young enough not to be getting regular mamagrams, had been diagnosed with breast cancer, Xeni Jardin, one of the founding voices of BoingBoing.net and a TV/Radio/Video producer, decided to get one too. She was nervous about it and live-tweeted the experience yesterday.
Later in the day she posted the above.
Update: Xeni has posted a moving piece about the day of her diagnosis on BoingBoing.
Momma said knock you out.