How shall you remember 2022? I’m not sure what constitutes a memory worth making, and maybe that’s why I don’t have many that come to mind. Still, there were notable moments, and there was some fun, and we made it through largely intact. There is something to be said for that. And now, let’s go back, let’s go back, let’s go way on way back when…
January 2022: Another stretch of hygge saw us through the first full month of winter.
A good reminder: it’s ok not to drink.
The tradition of tea can begin at any time, and you can make it whatever you want it to be. Start now for a year’s worth of peace.
My own private social anxiety.
A childhood friend makes beautiful music.
A day of hygge with Dad – a favorite day of last winter.
February 2022: The shiver of the second month of winter is eased by comfort food.
An antidote to winter by Andy.
Undiscovered flaws, perfect imperfection.
2022 was the year I conquered my fear of yeast.
The unexpected delight of love.
In this new world, even the Olympics were ruined.
March 2022: Winter turns to spring, slowly but surely, as cracks of light emerge.
A Boston winter close-out, part the first and part the second.
A Times Union blind item begets a blind item, and proof for my back pocket.
Overlapping friends and family, circles widening upon circles.
Spring arrives, so they say, and so they sing.
A dozen years of the Ilagan twins.
April 2022: Water runs into spring, and stream-side a meditation is possible.
A port of pirates hints at watery adventures.
Preparing the way for my Godson.
A train ride into the past, and all the way to Florida.
A two-decade wait for a parking spot comes to an end.
A peek at the end of childhood innocence.
May 2022: My favorite month of the year begins in beauty.
A childhood friend, lost yet still haunting me.
A mother’s presence in the perfume of a lilac.
Swimming by the lilacs and the lilies.
A dozen years of being married – part one, part two, and part three.
Brushing by witches in Boston – part one, part two, part three and part four.
Returning to Ogunquit thanks to the Scotch Hill Inn.
June 2022: This month ushered in our first Itoh peony blooms.
Summer scents hit differently too.
A long-awaited return to Ogunquit arrives at last. A blessed reunion with this Beautiful Place By The Sea, our Memorial Day weekend kick-off to the summer vacay season found us in some stellar lodgings, with the same enchantment intact.
Don’t hire anyone in this post. They want their lives to be miserable.
The thrills and mostly frills of A Streetcar Named Desire.
Do you remember how we used to live in the summer?
We say gay because Pride still matters.
BroSox Adventure with Skip in the year 2022.
A country on the verge of tipping into the shitter.
An old-love rekindled in gorgeous fashion.
