I’m pretty judgy

Sunday, February 8, 2026

The POTD is how Donna decorated in two seconds with two things she brought me. It is so pretty. I can’t decorate.

Carla and I went to the Phipps to a story slam this afternoon while Keith played the last West Side Story. Neither Carla nor I had ever been to such a thing and we are very glad we went – and hope they have it again next year. There were nine story tellers. They each had 7 minutes to tell a story – hopefully with a beginning, middle, and end. Let me see if I can remember them all

Coming out to his parents
Vaso vagal response
Tween shoplifting
Minneapolis
Becoming Minnesotan

Uh oh. I’m stuck… thinking…

Three friends (one was a bike, one was a cat, and one was a balloon that may or may not have been inhabited by the ghost of a dead child)

I gotta get two more. I will be okay if I can say I just forgot one…

{this space is for when I remember the other topics}

They randomly picked three people to be judges. We don’t know if they were being judged for the performance or the story or both. I decided the random judges were all stupid after they all gave the first guy over 9. Um…one person gave him 9.8. Where were they planning to go from there? They were going to win imaginary trophies, so competition was fierce. The MC ended up calling it a tie and everyone won. The scoring should definitely never happen again.

Some of the people had notes and read at least parts of the story. It really detracted from the story telling. That is story reading. That is different. I’m pretty judgy. Ooo. I’m going to change the title of today to that.

I stayed at Carla’s a bit when we got back. She has a bunch of card making supplies and I was picking out some for myself as we chatted. Today was my first day driving anywhere but to work and back. I didn’t think I could or should drive after dark, so we alerted her husband that he should let us know when it was ending day (we were in the craft area in the basement). He came down and told us it was getting dark and I needed to go. We both responded positively and two seconds later the basement lights went out. He said, “I know you guys.” He was SO RIGHT!! We would have just kept talking and sorting until I had to be driven home! I made it home still in the light just fine.

When I got home, Keith was building his car. It’s even cuter out of the box.

I can’t remember the last three topics…

Oh, one last thing. Keith submitted the travel insurance claim tonight for our cancelled trip in November (due to my emergency eye surgery). It was a painful and unnecessarily complicated process. I suppose they make it painful to keep you from actually doing it. Keith is looking forward to when the time he spends with travel insurance and medical insurance is no longer his fulltime job in retirement. Our current medical insurance isn’t working. It’s a long story. It worked, then it didn’t, then it did again, rinse, repeat many times.

Keith wrote that last paragraph, pretending to be me. You can tell, can’t you?