Hello Hello
...again.
OK.
How the hell did she not break her legs after she fell? (RE: Stranger Things/Kate Bush)
Hello and welcome to Salt.Pepper.Kelly where I, the Kelly in question, am your humble narrator of this wildly unpredictable newsletter. At least you can never blame me for spamming your inbox.
I’m 40 now. Which apparently just turned a switch inside of me and opened up a whole new world. A whole new confidence. Granted therapy has helped me realize a ton of stuff. And seeing someone whom I’ve know for 20 freaking years (RIP Livejournal), a person who came out of the blue and is amazing and lovely and I feel so comfortable and at ease with him, in a way that feels like wearing an old beloved teeshirt and sitting on the couch with my cats after a stressful day at work and just being.
Having friends, ok, actually accepting and feeling comfortable with a group of friends that are older than me also helps. They accept me as me. And it’s lovely.
Lego Starry Night - in case someone wanted to buy me a belated birthday gift. Otherwise I’ll get it eventually. But it’s a matter of getting a larger apartment so I have a place to display it without my cats destroying it.
Which brings me to this whole “cluttercore” “movement".” Otherwise known as my life. See below. My current bookcase. Because the rest of my 1k books are in storage and/or scattered around the apartment, slowly vying for spaces not taken up by my apparent mass of clothes. And before you ask, no. I have not read 90% of these items. That was the whole point of boxing up stuff, so I can have something new to read. But do I? Of course not; I take out books from the library instead (that I don’t read).
I’ll leave today’s newsletter with a presentation that I did for my Futures in Libraries class. It’s about AI and references a libguide I created about the same topic. I’m a nerd and I geek out over this stuff.
Be well. Do good work. And try not to set forest fires.
heart,
kelly