Backroads

Part of me wonders if we could have people simplifying their lives. But even with the rise of van-dwelling and tiny houses, newly built homes are with very little variance huge, at least in my area. Since I work from home, reducing us to one car is probably quite feasible, but even then my selfish reaction is to cling to my car. I think it'd be cool to return to some simple, frugal living measures. But I think our society's views of such things has changed.

If I were stinking rich, I'd eat that.

I like to hope so. But I also ask the price of those cheeseburgers.

I don't mean to stereotype the baby boomers, but a frequent refrain was that work for one's own legacy. Now it seems many are stuck supporting to one extent or another their adult children.

I sometimes wonder about the cultural implications of this, if it continues too long. There's much good to be said about multigenerational homes when they're healthy, but I know people who aren't getting married and having kids simply because they can't afford to move out. My house isn't huge, we wouldn't be able to house adult kids and their families as it is due to literal lack of room. Certainly we will see more multigenerational households, but what about when it becomes a situation of a lost generation?

I just got back from the grocery store and it was pretty insane. I took a fairly significant paycut for my current job. It worked out because it actually saved us money once childcare and commute-related stuff was removed from the budget. But dang, the wages down at the fast food places are quickly approaching my income.

As I post this, I'm already googling this and fantasizing about making a new hobby. The backstory is my dog got a hold of a book my daughter was enjoying and ripped off the spine. The pages themselves are fine, and almost immediately I mused if I could rebind the book myself. It seems a fascinating world and wonder if anyone here has ever delved into it.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

The most recent Spiderman. Quite awesome.

This pleased me. I still can't wrap my head around what they were thinking. Edit: The death didn't please me. The verdict pleased me.

If my gut says something, I take it as a time to do some extra analysis, but I rarely trust my gut. This is because while I don't think I have clinical anxiety, I tend to get anxious and overthink things on occasion. My gut isn't very reliable in and of itself.

I think what happens is people hear things that strike a chord with them or things that are oft repeated. The "I know this church is true" line is not a catechism sort of thing by any means, but culturally we've clung to it. As most testimonies aren't prepared speeches, like so many other quirks of speech, some lines are easy to fall back on. I don't think there's anything wrong with the line, but such discussions may help us to try to branch out.

Finally watched it. Quite enjoyed it. Great music. Some of the plot seemed slightly underbaked, but generally two thumbs up from me.

I read the first few in high school. Husband listens to the series annually. I've enjoyed watching him fuming over watching the series. He's not happy.

Took the kids to see "Sing 2". It was fluffy mindcandy goodness, nothing too substantial, but good music and quite pleasant to watch. I did appreciate a plot thread of an aged retired rockstar who had shut himself away from the world.