Archive for May, 2016

A Stellar Observation

May 17, 2016

I wouldn’t be proud, but I would be relieved if I learned that out of all the intelligent life in the Universe, humanity is the worst.

– L’s Mother (Like me, her snark levels are starting to return to normal.)

Dreams Can Also Be Cruel

May 16, 2016

Dreams can be funny things.

The other night I dreamt that I had decided I needed to get away from it all for a little while, so I had decided to visit my grandparents.  Paraphrasing for brevity, my dream monologue went something like this:

I haven’t visited Grandma and Grandpa C. in a long time, I wonder why?  I mean, sure, I wasn’t happy that the land was sold and the house torn down, but there was a good reason for that.  It was because they’d . . . died.

Right.

Well I haven’t seen Grandma and Grandpa D. in forever either, and I know their house is still standing because Mom showed me a picture recently.  You could barely see it for the overgrowth because nobody’s really trimmed it since Grandpa . . . died.

Right.

Well at least I can see Grandma! Because I haven’t seen her since before she di-

Oh, you have got to be kidding me!

I Didn’t Do The Air Quotes When I Said That, But I Thought Them

May 13, 2016

Despite my snarky mood yesterday, I did let myself be talked into a quick birthday dinner at a nearby pub where all the servers wear kilts.  To my mild disappointment (and Lala’s gleeful delight), the serving staff was predominately male that night, but it all evened out into a fine outing.

Even so, my snark resurfaced after observing a powerfully built server delivering drinks to a nearby table.  Unable (well . . . unwilling) to conceal my disapproval, I turned with a frown toward Lala and said, “Men in kilts should deliver screaming death, notcosmos.'”

Birthday Thoughts

May 12, 2016

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” Lala asked me yesterday.

“Reschedule it to a time when I feel like celebrating it,” I chuckled.

(Still recovering from the road and the events of last week, but me being snarky is a good sign that I’m getting better.)

Message . . . Received

May 11, 2016

But “occasionally volatile” moments aside, I’m hanging in there, and while I’m not breaking any sustained smiling records, I have caught myself smiling from time to time, even on that same drive with the ill-timed billboard question.

Further down the road, you see, I ended up behind a semi-trailer truck with a big left-pointing arrow reading “passing side” on its back, but when I saw what the right-pointing arrow read, I felt myself smiling.

The right-pointing arrow read “suicide.”

So How Am I Doing?

May 10, 2016

That’s a reasonable question under the circumstances, and, honestly, it’s one of the easier questions for me to answer right now.  In short, I’m alright, but my mood might best be described as “occasionally volatile,” though I’ve been successfully keeping those occasions away from others.

Case in point:

I was driving the other day, and a billboard inquired if I knew that “There’s a heartbeat at 18 days!”.

I did know that, in fact.

And right at that moment, if the person who thought it was a good idea to put that billboard up had been standing in front of me, I’d have punched them.

Fortunately for all concerned, they were not.

Recovery In Progress, Please Wait

May 9, 2016

Still not terribly chatty for what should be obvious reasons, but I did want to assure people that all is as well as could be expected here under the circumstances.  We’re all still in the process of adapting, but otherwise we’re fine.

So Let’s Get This Out Of The Way

May 6, 2016

As some of you know, and as a few of you may have suspected from my choice of quotes over the past couple of days, I have an announcement:

As we told our son, put simply, we were wrong about him having a baby sister right now.

I like to think that she just changed her mind.

Second Things Second

May 5, 2016

Courage is grace under pressure.

Ernest Hemingway

First Things First

May 4, 2016

The first virtue in a soldier is endurance of fatigue; courage is only the second virtue.

Napoleon Bonaparte