January 2, take 3. I say “take 3” because while typing, WordPress suddenly deleted my entire post—twice! The first time I shouted some choice R-rated words; the second time, I just rolled with it because I was typing while also on a Zoom call and I didn’t want to alarm my fellow Zoomers. So…

Sunny and mild today, so Hubby and I rode our bikes about 10 miles or so around a new subdivision out in the country, which was farmland and forest not all that long ago. We’ve seen a lot of development in the past 20 years. Where is everyone coming from and what do they do for work to afford these McMansions on 1-acre lots? More importantly, where does the wildlife go when they plow down the forests and build swimming pools and playsets on wild meadowlands? These things weigh on my mind and heart.

Hubby spent time in his garden, building more of his wooden boardwalk between the beds, a project he started last summer. His garden is his soul work. We still have greens growing, enough for green drinks and to share with a few friends for stir-fry.

Yesterday while de-cluttering and taking down the Christmas decorations, I came across a stack of music CDs that Hubby bought at a rummage sale. We have hundreds of CDs, including many I brought to the marriage. I used to listen to music all the time, but in the past 23 years or so, I’ve hardly spun a disc. Hubby, on the other hand, listens to music, podcasts, and audiobooks all the time and especially while working. As a technical writer for engineers—my day job—I can’t listen to lyrics while working otherwise I might accidentally type “Oh baby, baby, please don’t leave me” right in the middle of writing instructions for bypassing an uninterruptible power supply. Rumors might get started. So this year I’m going to go through the whole electic collection by listening to CDs while cooking and puttering around the house. So far the list has included Paul McCartney, Van Morrison, Bonnie Raitt (here’s looking at you, DDMTZ), Dire Straights, Grace Kelly, and see item #1 below.

What I learned today:

1. Hubby likes Latin love ballads (Marc Anthony) and opera (Michael Amante). Even after 22+ years of knowing this man, I’m still learning something new.
2. I should type my blogs posts in Word first (like I do with my biweekly posts) to avoid experiencing item #3.
3. Shouting swear words feels good as the words are coming out of my mouth, but I always feel stupidly childlish afterward. I wonder if the neighbors can hear me?