Today’s To-Do List:
Decorate house enough to show we’re ready for trick-or treaters – CHECK
Cobble together a costume that doesn’t require me to shave – IN PROGRESS
Today’s To-Do List:
Decorate house enough to show we’re ready for trick-or treaters – CHECK
Cobble together a costume that doesn’t require me to shave – IN PROGRESS
The bad news is because I’ve been ill lately I haven’t been able to get the house decorated for Halloween.
The good news is because I’ve been ill lately I look ghastly enough that I won’t need a costume.
After posting yesterday, someone (having correctly divined that yesterday’s quote meant that I was indeed sick) recommended that I pack it in and go to bed early. I laughed at this yesterday because I didn’t feel that bad, I was just have a bit of difficulty focusing.
The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.
– Direct attribution uncertain, closest confirmed attribution of sentiment seems to be W. Somerset Maugham
Me: (After dragging around the entire morning.) Kiddo, I’m not sure that I’m sick today, but I’m going to act as if I am. I mean I’m going to take care of myself like I would if I was sick, not that I’m going to start going around acting sick.
My son: Yeah, that would be bad.
The following is an excerpt from a play my son and I were having the other day:
The Narrator (a.k.a., my son): You find yourself in one of “those” houses.
The Not-So-Brave Hero (a.k.a., me): (Thinking we must be thinking of different houses, but deciding to go with the joke anyway.) Really? But I don’t have any money!
The Narrator: (Ignoring me) You find yourself in the house of a grumpy cat.
The Not-So-Brave Hero: A grumpy cat house, you say? It’s grumpy because I don’t have any money, isn’t it?
“Try this,” L’s Mother said to me yesterday while she handed me a dubious looking fried chip.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s . . . something,” she replied. When I looked at her askance she added, “It’s difficult to describe.”
So I tried it.
“Wow . . .” I said slowly. “The drywall really brings out the taste of the ceiling plaster, doesn’t it?”
Jokes about my caffeine intake aside, I really have scaled back. These days I measure my intake in (literal 8 oz.) cups as opposed to pots.
It’s incredibly satisfying watching my son grasping a new concept.
It’s incredibly humbling to go back over some past entries here and getting a fresh reminder that I’m still struggling with some decidedly old concepts.
To all the people who want to be “somebody” someday, do keep in mind the warning contained in the phrase “It’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.”