For me its opening the apple weather app and the map in it and watching the temperatures and wind patterns all around the world
The colours are beautiful in winters
I find confort in the fact someone put marshmallows in Jello and called it a salad, and everybody just went along with it.
Do you know got stupid my dumbest ideas are? Not as stupid as ambrosia salad. And that’s comforting.
I had an idea for renting dogs or a type of system where you share them … maybe you only want one 1-2 days a week. My family poked all kinds of holes in it. There are tons of programs and apps now for it. It is a pretty stupid idea but it just might work.
An empty, silent house. I’ve got 3 kids and love them dearly, but holy shit, I love being alone in the house when I get a chance.
I’m the same. I would like a little more me time or something to lower the stress level. If they’d clean up without me itemizing, or stop arguing over literally trivial things, or stop shouting at their friends on the mic. Ugh. I can handle some of that but it’s just too much. I need a babysitter but I stay and they go.
I love slow blinking at my cat and seeing him slow blinking back. I believe that is called a cat kiss. And I love his little purrs…
One of my cats won’t do it back but he’ll shove the top of his head in my mouth because he loves head kisses.
Your posts take me back to 2007 where I was doing the same thing on the Nintendo Wii’s Weather Channel.
The Wii hit different.
Maybe you know this, but it is still possible to use the Weather Channel app thanks to hacks.
Morbid but… I find comfort in knowing that we’re all going to die. Some sooner than others of course but at the end of the day we’ll all be dead. There’s comfort it knowing that life isn’t forever, and so we should figure out what’s important to us now and not defer it to retirement or some other arbitrary time.
Dark bedroom, cats are put to bed downstairs (they chew feet so they can’t stay in the room with us), I put on some chill indie coffee house playlist and light some nag champa incense, and then I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I don’t reflect on the past or ponder on the future, I just listen to the music, the distant trains and traffic, the rain, the wind, the leaves falling on the metal roof.
It’s my perfect beautifully braindead time. I can’t wait for legalization in our state, that’s the only missing component.
That the world is going to be a really shitty place to live in the future, and I won’t really be missing anything when I die.
When I wake up while it’s still dark in the morning, I can hear the sound of trains in the distance. Specifically no horns or anything, just the sound of the engines / metal on tracks.
Bonus points because it was lightly raining today.
Those nautical twilight colours are gorgeous!
Being in and driving in super thick fog. The rest of the world is just gone. I love it.
When I was in collage o would take night runs on my rollerblades, well after people had stopped rollerblading in general.
There was a period of time when whenever my depression got really bad I’d put on some old Twilight Zone episodes, since the problems people have in those were a lot more fun to think about than my own.
Morphine
Picking all the fuzz out of Velcro until the Velcro is clean as new
Civilization could end tomorrow, we could nuke ourselves and our planet to shit and the sun will die and swallow Earth.
But no matter what happens to us, Voyager’s golden records will keep sailing through space, forever proof that we were here, of what we were, and what we were capable of. Even through the literal end of the world we cannot be denied a legacy.
American Girl dolls
