Archive for July, 2022

And Then Move On

July 29, 2022

Sometimes you just have to say, “Well . . . that just happened. I guess I needed that.”

Inspired By An Overheard Conversation From The Other Day

July 28, 2022

Strictly speaking, I can’t disagree with you that, “They’d be so pretty if they smiled!” They are indeed pretty, and I would imagine a smile would only make them prettier, however . . . telling them to smile because it would make them “pretty” is doing a disservice to whatever reason they have for not smiling at that moment.

If you really want to see them smile, try giving them a reason to do so.

Don’t Mind Me

July 27, 2022

Because I didn’t keep it in mind, I lost my mindfulness.

I didn’t mind at first because I didn’t notice.

But once I noticed, I minded I had lost my mindfulness.

And now it is always on my mind.


I Know I Did

July 26, 2022

There are times I weary of people bemoaning how “times have changed, and not for the better, because in my day we rode in cars without seatbelts, didn’t wear safety helmets and the like, and we survived!”

Which is true, as far as it goes, but I think most of us went to at least one funeral for those who didn’t.

And Sloppy

July 25, 2022

While something may be unlikely given what is known, to say, “There’s no evidence X is true,” when no effort to gather evidence has been made is just disingenuous.

And Any Guess That Isn’t “He Was” Doesn’t Count

July 22, 2022

“Don’t sweat it, it’ll clear up,” said the guy whose livelihood involves knowing when the weather is going to cooperate.

“If you say so,” I said dubiously because the current weather, the radar and the hourly weather forecast all said otherwise.

Guess who was right.

Sometimes Nobody Ends Up With What They Really Wanted, But It Still Works

July 21, 2022

“Would you like to finish off the leftover potatoes and meatballs?” L’s Mother asked me last night. “Nobody else wants them.”

“I’m more in the mood for pasta,” I replied, “but I can make this work.”

As soon as I’d finished dousing them in tomato sauce and cheese though, L. walked in and announced, “You know what, I’d like those leftovers after all.”

Naturally, he didn’t want them after what I’d just done to them (he traditionally has them with gravy), and he was pretty put out by that, but I saw the funny side of it.

Particularly when I ended up making him pasta for dinner as a substitute.

In Other Words, I Learned Nothing New About Myself This Particular Time

July 20, 2022

Now what you see in the clouds will generally tell you more about yourself than it will about the clouds, and today I saw a rabbit with a fertility symbol on its chest and rocket ships for ears. (They were blasting away from its head as I watched.)

We Evicted Him Yesterday

July 19, 2022

Okay, so maybe the number of iguanas around here is starting to become a problem seeing as one of them invited themself inside.

Yep . . . It’s One Of THOSE Days Again

July 18, 2022

Self-control, it has been commonly observed, is like a muscle in that it gets stronger with use. But also like a muscle, it gets tired and works best if there are periods of rest between workouts.