2025

One of my favorite things about 2025 is that I have a “song” with Edith, that when it’s on Edith wants to dance and move and jump, specifically with me.

Which I love

The song is “Oh Lord” by Foxy Shazam, which I’ll readily admit I discovered by watching Peacemaker season 2. 

And Edith knows most of the words.  Except one. Because instead of the little one “touch fucking year” we shout/sing “rough rough year.”

It’s special, and the lyrics of the song are about, or rather I interpret the song as about, a father trying to raise his kid with both the reality of the world, but also with optimism and support. Like a parent should.

Olaf

Edith found an Olaf animated Christmas Decoration at Home Depot Friday.

We spent quite a bit of time pressing the button and watching him move and soak.

When we went to leave Edith grabbed the sides of his face and told him she loved him and would see her next year.

It was cute and enduring.

[thuds]

I was watching a Mission Impossible movie the other day and Tom Cruises character punched someone and the screen went back for a split second and

[thuds]

was the only thing on the screen.

It took me a second or two before I realized it was supposed to be the sound of him punching two people, or them unconscious hitting the ground, or something similar.

We use subtitles perpetually in our house.  Really since I started dating Sam 15+ years ago we started putting subtitles on for everything. 

But occasionally it looks like an old Adam West Batman type thing.

I put off running this morning.  It is currently 9 degrees outside and our drafty garage is never much warmer than that – maybe 15 to 20 degrees warmer but that is not the temperature I want to exercise in at 5 am.  Maybe if I ran at night it might be easier to be motivated.