I’ll Elaborate On This Next Week

Just because you’ve known something for a long time doesn’t necessarily mean that you’ve stopped fighting the idea of accepting it.

Sometimes I Wish I Was Just Making This Stuff Up

This morning L’s Mother pulled me into her arms, snuggled up against me and said, “Tonight we need to make sure that L. goes to bed on time because I’m really . . .” Her voice became husky here, almost a purr. “Sleepy,” she finished (without irony, I might add).

That Was The Point I Stopped Guessing And Started Asking

Regardless, my point on Monday wasn’t to criticize L’s Mother’s doodles, but to express my bemusement at the combination of her personal symbology and some obscure days of celebration. I think I can be forgiven, for instance, for wondering what “Burning Keyhole Day” was supposed to celebrate (it’s actually National Cheese Toast Day), but there are one I really should have kept my mouth shut on.

Especially because “Suicide Pact Day” (represented by a skull and crossbones followed by a heart symbol) turned out to be marking Talk Like A Pirate Day and Wife Appreciate Day.

Clarification

For the record, I didn’t mean to imply yesterday that the joke was “too low” for me, just that it was too easy!

I Still Think It Though

Recently L’s Mother has started to doodle little icons to represent various special days on the calendar. These doodles have proven to be . . . challenging to me, both in interpreting them and in keeping my mouth shut while attempting said interpretation.

Now, I don’t mind going for a joke, but some jokes, like asking if the doodle intended to represent International Chocolate Day is supposed to represent “Clean Up After Your Dog Day” is joke fruit hanging just a little too low for my tastes.

Yeah, That Sounds About Right

I was going to ask your opinion, then I remembered that I was going to do it anyway.

– L’s Mother, said to me earlier today (And I still don’t know what she did.)

But This Time I’m Keeping My Damn Mouth Shut About It

On August 28th, 2021, I happened to be pleasantly surprised to learn that Ed Asner was still alive, and said as much to L’s Mother.

He died the next day.

Now I am not saying that I somehow drew the Universe’s attention upon Ed Asner, but today, without thinking, I looked up another star and was pleased to see that they were still alive . . .

Perhaps Very Unsurprisingly

I haven’t seen it often, mind you, but I have seen the moment when a stranger’s sweet and friendly façade falls away to reveal the depths of their bitter core. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this has always happened right after I’ve said the word “no.”

In My Opinion

It’s true that not all stories have happy endings, but anyone who says that gleefully doesn’t deserve to be telling stories in the first place.

I Have A Point

Me: (Looking around at various and assorted boxes of things I’ve needed to go through for some time.) This is going to take me months!

Also me: Well . . . since it took years to accumulate, that’s actually not too bad.