Revelry Reverie

Friday was the first time ever that Bob and I had our “last days” on the same day. It was my last day in my previous role, and his last day with the city. I’m moving to a different role in Automattic, and he’s moving to the county, to be the environmental health director. My…

A few years ago I got Henry this game (kit?) called Bloxels. It comes with all these small plastic blocks and a grid to place them in. The idea is that you use the grid to build game components by hand, scan them into the app, and then you can put together all the components…

On Monday, Grant came home from school bursting with Valentines joy. He clutched two separate little gift bags chock full of candy, stickers, and cheap toys. He went through his spoils, and began the benevolent distribution process. He loves to give people things and be thanked for it, preferably profusely. He gave me a tiny…

I upgraded my phone at the end of last week. I went from a Pixel 5 to a Pixel 6 Pro. I was super curious about the camera improvements, and I was feeling a bit restless, so I made the trade. The Pixel 6 Pro is big. It says that on the site, but I…

Next week I’m starting a rotation with Tumblr, acting as COO. I’m super excited about this, because I find Tumblr a little bit (a lotta bit) magical, and it’s an honor to work with the team in any capacity. For the first time in a long time, I won’t have any direct reports – I’ve…

Early this morning, the house shook with some sustained bangs. Turns out, Grant had found a hammer and was bored. He wanted to “make a window to Eleanor’s room.” He has no regrets.

A week or so ago, Grant convinced me to get a cookie sandwich kit at the grocery store. The cookies don’t look quite like the box, but the Ringlets approve!

Auspicious is one of those words that I don’t know the definition for, but I know what it means. I’ve learned about it from context clues, rather than looking it up (which, I did today to make sure I was right). The first thing I think whenever auspicious comes into play is “not suspicious,” as…

Eleanor is constantly asking “What is your favorite…” whatever. “What’s your favorite character from Wings of Fire?” “What’s your favorite color?” “What’s your favorite book?” “What’s your favorite food?” It never ends. She asks for the same favorites over and over – she’s probably asked me my favorite color a couple hundred times. I think…