Just not yet

Yesterday, we had a Polish dinner—proper comfort food: potatoes with fresh dill, fried eggs, and kefir. At my family home, and going back a bit further in my ancestors' time, we’d usually have naturally soured milk, but kefir works just fine. And, of course, we eat with cutlery in the "European" style—fork in the left hand, something I’ve only really noticed recently; it struck me how different (some) Americans are about that.

The girls are growing so fast! (their little faces are in the background). They had the last booster two weeks ago, and we’ve started introducing them to the harness and leash bit by bit. They’re doing well, getting more confident every day.

I’ve been thinking about writing more often, but I already have a Polish blog, kind of a diary of my daily life, so I’d like this one to be a bit more random and back-and-forth, not strictly tied to what’s going on day-to-day. I've been in a strange headspace lately (hasn't that been the general mood all year?), I'd say it's to do with changes in my work life. Everything's shifting, I'm waiting to settle in, but some things are out of my hands. I'll get there, just not yet. And once I do, my writing rhythm will shift as well.