A weekly note

The first snowfall arrived on Samhain.

Summer’s end indeed.

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I’ll take it as a sign that weekly note season should start again. Hello!

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It’s snowed twice this week. It’s rained all day today. The wind gusts we’ve been waiting for hit late this afternoon and it will be interesting to see where all our leaves end up tomorrow.

Next week gets COLD—for November.

It’s all very exciting when the gutters still need to be cleaned.

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Right before the snow came, Michelle saw a group of juncos on a walk. This year’s days between juncos and snowfall measure is less than one.

They’ve also appeared at and below the bird feeder and A is ready to engage.

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Halloween was great. A went as a dinosaur, Michelle as Ellie Sattler, and I as Alan Grant.

Despite the light rain, we we went trick-or-treating—for the first time in near 30 years!?!?—and stopped in at a few friends’ houses to show off our dinosaur.

A did really great and while he didn’t eat any candy, he got very attached to a Skittles bag.

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We didn’t have many trick-or-treaters ourselves, but enough to justify the chocolate we’ll now be working through too quickly.

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I listened to Trampled by Turtles for the first (intentional) time this week and enjoyed a couple albums, including their new one.

Today, First Aid Kit released their new album, Palomino, and when trying to find it on Bandcamp I saw that Trampled by Turtles had an album of the same name in 2010.

Palomino is a horse color. And a grape. The new album is good. Coincidences!

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We returned a week and a half ago from our first road trip with a 13 month old.

We remembered to pack the snow chains, so we didn’t need the snow chains.

I remembered to take my Yubikey, so I didn’t need the Yubikey.

We split a (technically) 14.5 hour drive into 2 days on the way out and then learned enough to split it into 3 days on the way back.

A was fantastic. He didn’t sleep too great in the car. He slept great in hotels. He slept great in the Airbnb. He slept great when we got home.

We’ll never drive on I-84 and I-15 within the greater Salt Lake City metro area again. Y’all are too nuts and it’s not worth it.

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A Dr. Seuss book for new parents: “Oh the smells that you’ll smell”.

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A great idea would be an AI powered livestream with a humanoid of sorts just counting.

The count would always increase and the stream would never end. Maybe something changes about the scene every so often at random intervals.

I think it would drive people crazy.

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Max Headroom is getting a reboot. I’m telling you: there’s an audience.

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From Hunter S. Thompson’s Hell’s Angels_:

The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others — the living — are those who pushed their luck as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later

Is how I feel about my email response time for the last few months.

Sorry!

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There are so many thoughts I’ve had over the last 3 months that I noted for inclusion in my next weekly note that are not included in this weekly note.

My lessons here are that if you don’t write them down, they all disappear into a brain cloud somewhere. And if you do write them down as incomplete thoughts, they don’t feel the same when you try to complete them.

So that’s that, and the ephemeral sense of missing out on something good is now… gone.

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I’m back on the Friday schedule again. The weekends are full in a good way.

And remember: it’s still a weekly note because it’s always a week somewhere.

Till next week!

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