Archive for the ‘Thoughts Profound and Otherwise’ Category

Not Even If It Gave Me Its Business Card

October 19, 2018

And while some tweaks remain at this time before the construction here is completely done, I realized this morning that I’ll be returning to a normal schedule soon.

Then I realized I wouldn’t recognize what a normal schedule looked like if it walked up to me, shook my hand, and introduced itself with “Hi, I’m a normal schedule.”

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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.

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.

Today’s Life Lesson From Fiction

October 4, 2018

If you ever get into one of those suspended animation pods, whatever you do, do not get into the one closest to the door because that’s the one that always malfunctions and has a skeleton in it when the explorers arrive.

Thus Giving Me Something To Talk About

October 3, 2018

If you’ll indulge me in a bit of understatement, things have not been pleasant around here lately.  Between remodeling, illness, and frequent intense bouts of “being seven,” suffice it to say that if I were asking for directions to “Wits’ End”, I’d end up being told I passed it some time back.

So that’s why it meant so much to me that L. came up to me today and asked why I hadn’t talked about Algiz in a while.  When I told him it was because I didn’t really have anything to say about him, my son said, “Let me help you with pet time (i.e., the feeding, watering, etc. of Isa and Algiz).  Then you can talk about that!”

And that’s what he did.

It Must Be Too, Because It’s Always Been Understood

October 2, 2018

Thanks to a phone call from Dad, I just realized something about myself.  When I’m at a particular level of not feeling well and I’m asked, “How are you doing?”,  I consider a monosyllabic grunt an adequate answer.