🎄👵🏻❤️ (? Random) Fossil Facts❤️👵🏻🎄
As may or mayn’t’ve been noticed, I haven’t been too active on here for a year or 4.
It would be an error to therefore conclude any of the following:
That I have tottered away to my age-matched peers where I belong. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bahahahaha… bless ‘em - they (my AMPs) are wonderful in myriad layers of ways, but all this - [gestures vaguely] - has always been waaaay outside their radar, and that’s fine. I can’t help it that I chased a Pegacorn down in here where zaniness, intellectual rigor/complexity, cameraderie, and a healthy intolerance for BS all converge. Why would I leave? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That Auntie Fossil hasn’t kept a consistent weather eye (theory 🤣) on y’all, my chosen nieces (and perhaps nephews/NBs of course😘).
That I’m any less proud of my (yes, decidedly odd) very-long-term affiliation with such an honorable, fact-focused yet theory-enraptured, downright… yes… (I’m sorry, but it’s true) grace-filled group of (by far mostly) young people as make up this beleaguered, delightful gaylor/kaylor community.
“Affiliation”? That’s selling me short: I may not be an OG Kaylor/Gaylor, but, by heaven, I’m pretty close, if only going by longevity!
Tbh, I’ve tread some rocky paths (health, family, etc.) during my sojourn away, and I’m happy to report that what’s not already well is heading in the right direction. Yea!
So… why am I here? It’s kind of a dumb reason, but hey like that’s ever factored in lol.
Just now, while I was applying my persnickety genius to the proper placement of lights on my 🎄, I thought of y’all with affection and goodwill.
I was listening to a @taylorswift song, and it hit me that y’all really NEEEED to understand something (which I’ll get to in a second just hang on).
I’m old; this isn’t news. I’ve experienced the ups and downs of familiar ties that bind, decade in and decade out. It can all be a tad grinding, particularly if, to date, anyway, one has not been favored with a #HappilyEverAfter scenario.
Everyone older than 35 knows all this, of course. Life’s variety, though infinite, does adore a pattern.
For instance, like most cliches, it’s a literal, perennial truth that folks tend to return to their hometowns for the holidays. If you live long enough, this time of year inevitably dredges poignant stuff up, good and otherwise.
… which brings me, at long last, to why I’m here:
‘Tis the Damn Season…
is an utter MASTERPIECE!!!
PS: Set this post as a reminder for a decade or so from now if you don’t think I’m on the level. Hugs and Love and Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah and Happy New Year to every last one of you from an old 👵🏻 who thinks you’re all just peachy!!!


















