Every time I cook #Thanksgiving dinner I make notes to myself for next time. This year's list begins with "Don't try to get a head start on the cooking before having any caffeine. This was how you found yourself standing over the pumpkin pie bowl holding an open jar of garlic powder instead of ginger, cursing yourself and the alphabet."
Have recently come into possession of the opera glasses my grandmother brought with her from Vienna. Unlikely I'll be going to the opera anytime soon, but I am feeling a strange impulse to spy on the neighbors and write withering comments about them in my nonexistent journal. Imagining early 20th-century Viennese Nextdoor: schrecklich, but also köstlich
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