Maybe Even Less

October 18, 2018

Today I read that somebody calculated that you could heat up a cup of coffee if you shouted at it constantly for around a year and a half.

I’m pretty sure we all know people that easily do that in half the time.

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Or Sing

October 17, 2018

I want to make it clear up front that I am not making fun of the concept of guided meditation in general; I am however blatantly making fun of this particular guided meditation that was shared with me the other day:

“They told us to close our eyes and imagine hearing the siren call of the ocean leading us into the depths.”

“Um . . .” I interjected.  “Did they not know what a siren was and how its call was a bad thing?”

“Well . . .” came the answer.  “They were quick to assure that we’d be able to breath underwater.”

“That’s exactly what a siren would say!” I retorted.

Though Now That I Think About It . . .

October 16, 2018

One thing parenthood has granted me is an increased insight into “self-created” problems.

And no, I don’t mean it that way.

How Things Are Here

October 15, 2018

Obviously things are better here than many places in the United States right now, but with that said . . . things aren’t good here.  Yes, the construction work is almost done, but nerves are shot (Homeschooling and home reconstruction . . . not a good combination!), and it feels like my nerves are especially shot.  So much so that I know a couple of people are actively worried about me.

For the record, I’m pretty sure I’m fine (or will be, at least), but if you catch my meaning here, I’m not not worried about me either, so I’m doing my best to reinforce the various aspects of my health (physical, mental, and emotional).  I will make it through this.

Gracelessly, I suspect, but I’ll make it.

Well . . . It’s Friday

October 12, 2018

And while the construction isn’t quite done yet as had been hoped, you can see the end in sight from here.  Funny thing is, somebody I know marveled at how I “handled” all the insanity this week.

I didn’t have the heart to tell them that handling insanity is easy when you’re handling it as badly as I have this week.

My Reaction In The Wake Of Hurricane Michael

October 11, 2018

Damn.

Just . . . damn.

Good Luck!

October 10, 2018

MUCH delayed, but this candle is for all those in the path of Hurricane Michael.

Sanity Forecast

October 9, 2018

Expect a sharp dip in sanity as the construction/remodeling around here enters what is hoped to be its final push, but after that you can look forward to an upward rising trend as the projected Friday completion date approaches.

She’s A Good Dog

October 8, 2018

Of course after creating a category for our dog, Isa, on Friday, today my son wants me to make an entry about her.

Okay then . . . let me see . . .

This wag is for Isa for not growling at me as I trimmed her nails over the weekend even though she hates having it done.

Per My Son’s Request, A New Category

October 5, 2018

On those rare occasions when I write about Algiz the Sun Conure, he has his own category:  Coos and Caws.  When I mentioned him the other day, I also mentioned our dog, Isa, thus prompting my son to ask why she doesn’t have her own category as well.

I didn’t have a good answer for that, so Isa now has her own category:  Wags and Growls.

(I looked into trying to continue the C and C alliteration theme, but couldn’t come up with something that wouldn’t have been painfully pretentious.)