Speaking of food, the last location of Armand’s, a 50+-year-old DC-area pizza place, closed while we were away this summer. My parents went and stood in the long line to buy a few pizzas and froze them for us.

We were waiting for a special day to eat our slices — they would be the last slices I would ever eat! — and no day felt perfect enough. But before the kids went back to school, I heated them up because the idea of losing power in a future storm (happens here often) and having to throw out the last slices of pizza broke my heart.

It is a weird thought to eat something and know it is your last time eating something you took for granted would always be there.

I’ve been a picky eater my whole life, and while I’d like to think that I’ve become a little more adventurous over the years, the reality is that I rarely add a new ingredient. New recipes, sure, but they are made up of ingredients I’ve eaten in other ways.

I’ve been brie-curious for a few years. I’m not the best with cheese, in general, but every once in a while, I think about trying brie but ultimately back out.

Josh and I were out to lunch at one of our favourite cafes attached to a bookshop, with tables overlooking the river. I ordered a tofu sandwich with peanut sauce, and Josh ordered a brie sandwich with apricot jam. I heard myself ask, “Can I try a bite?”

I was as stunned as Josh was. But I went through with it. And it was fine. I’m committed to trying a whole sandwich at some point. Get myself familiar with the taste.

If I push myself, I can’t do it. If I wait to feel comfortable, I may wait years, but it usually goes smoothly. I wish there was a way to speed up that second timeline, but it is what it is.

And now I can eat brie tucked into things. I may be a few steps away from eating it on a cracker where I can see it.

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I was today years old when I learned that the word “hello” became a standard greeting due to the telephone and the fact that you could be speaking to someone in a different time zone. So if you said good morning, and it was their afternoon, it would be strange. So Edison encouraged people to use hello.

But now, with caller ID for phones or the fact that most people text, saying hello is kind of pointless. You’re not asking who is there because you know who is there. So you just jump straight into the conversation (e.g., “What’s up?”).

I still say hello. But how long will that last?

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One of the best parts of blogging is the chance to see the inner workings of a decision or situation. I feel like I need to qualify that by saying normal, run-of-the-mill blogging, the sort that feels like a person sitting across from you and sharing their day-to-day world. Like a friend would. Meaning, you don’t expect your friends to be aspirational or waste your time with lies. I’m currently reading The Castle by Jon Ronson, and there is so much about making content for an algorithm vs. just sharing what is on their mind.

But I digress.

Kottke had a blog post I really like because, from the outside, other people’s choices look easy. He sold his car, put his stuff in storage, and hopped on a plane to figure out where he wants to live next. If he had stopped there, I would have thought, “Wow, that is super brave. I would be terrified to do something like that.”

But that is blogging: The ability to continue the story and say, “I’m not going to lie… I’m a little terrified. Sitting on the plane to Narita, I looked out the window thinking ‘what have I done?’ But I’m also excited.” The story continues, and he is terrified. And he’s doing it anyway.

I’m really grateful that blogs exist.

It wasn’t until a day or two after our recent dental appointment that we realized the dentist did not give us a take-home toothbrush after our cleaning. How were we supposed to brush our teeth without a toothbrush with his name and practice address embossed on the handle?

Was this like potato chip bag shrinkflation, where they give you fewer chips instead of raising the price? A teeth cleaning only costs a reasonable bajillion dollars, but they were going to withhold the take-home toothbrush at the end to give you less for the same price?

Or was someone just forgetful, the toothbrushes destined for our hands left back in the closet? I can believe that because they cheerfully promised to email me my receipt and never emailed me my receipt.

All I know is that when I brush my teeth right now, I do so with a blank handle.

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

And now the blogs…

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But first, second, helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. To read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• None… sniff.

Okay, now my choices this week.

Swistle gives an update about a friend who brought her husband with her when they went out for coffee (a situation I was super interested in because I once had a friend who did this every time we went out, and it was bewildering), but I actually bookmarked this post for her very calming repetition of “This is not my problem to solve” about someone else’s worry. I need to learn how to do this.

Lastly, The Road Less Travelled posts for World Childless Week, and I like this theme of succinctly telling people everything they need to know about her when it comes to pregnancy loss and her daughter. You can learn a lot from a single post.

The roundup to the Roundup: How will I remember my dentist’s name? Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between September 11 – September 18) and not the blog’s main URL. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week. Read the original open thread post here.