Posting at Fluid Pudding daily for the past 30 has reminded me just how much I enjoy posting at Fluid Pudding. I'm definitely not changing the world over here, but I am getting haircuts and helping my kid move across the state and voting and meeting up with old friends and eating toast and celebrating fugitive monkeys and cleaning off my bookshelf and giving myself shots and acquiring loose baby legs and trying to rock the Hindu Monkey God.
(Always put a photo above the fold, they say. This is me as a baby. I could only crawl backwards, so in this photo I am stuck under the couch.)
I also did things this month that I didn't share with you. For example, yesterday I was preparing to ink a fountain pen, so I took the bottle of ink and began to gently shake it (because it holds components!) without noticing that the lid wasn't screwed on properly and I continued to shake it until I felt ink dripping down my fingers and that's when I looked around and saw splatters of ink on my (newish) sweater, the piano, several books, and two blankets. Imagine the words that came out of my mouth! After cleaning up the mess, I ate cake until I felt sick because sometimes life is bullshit.
My only complaint about November is that I'm unable to get my website to hold hands with my e-mail, and most style guides now prefer email over e-mail, but I'm not ready to lose that hyphen. This means I don't see comments unless I actually look for them, which has become frustrating. SO, to celebrate 30 days of posting after several months of NOT posting, I created a Substack. If I understand it correctly, you can actually subscribe and receive e-mails when I post. On the flip, I'll receive e-mails if you comment. Look how we're both winning.
If you want to follow along, just hit Subscribe Now and know that I'm never going to make you pay for anything unless I make the decision to not wear clothes, which is unlikely. (I'll continue to post over at Fluid Pudding Dot Com, too, which means I'll be double-posting, which means I'll be creating work for myself but still not charging you unless I make the decision to not wear clothes. Which is unlikely.)
Welcome to the ‘stack (no one calls it that). I also have a photo where half of me—the front half—is wedged under the couch. I love that our moms, who didn’t have cameras on phones on their person at all times, didn’t rescue us but instead WENT AND GOT THE CAMERA to immortalize the occasion.
yay! <3