Yesterday I got extremely impatient with the “Impatience” tag I used yesterday because I originally entered it as “impatience,” and the system kept insisting on replacing my attempts at correction with my original entry.
But at least I was aware of the irony.
I’m just not in the mood to be funny today, which is ironic when you think about it.
While out with the household last week, I noticed in an off-hand sort of way that Lala had brought her braid forward while talking to a couple of guys. I didn’t think anything of it, but evidently she had.
“I wasn’t really preening,” she told me later. “I was just showing off my hair.”
“That’s preening,” I reminded her with a puzzled tilt of my head.
“I know!” she exclaimed with a flustered sigh.
“We’ll get started in about twenty minutes,” I told my son this morning. “Nineteen minutes, to be precise.”
“I thought you were done with being ‘precise,'” he replied. “It’s kind of annoying.”
“The day I can say ‘about twenty minutes’ and you accept that as an answer is the day I’ll stop being so ‘precise,'” I told him.
“But is that eighteen minutes . . . or twenty-two . . . or seventeen . . . or what?” my son then wanted to know.
Since I find myself in a surprisingly . . . volatile mood today (I’m not sure why; I just am.), I decided to play it safe and just post a quote about anger. The first thing that came to mind was something I saw on a rerun of Becker a while back. As best I remember it, Becker was struggling to put on a coat and says, “I don’t have anger issues. I have issues with this stupid coat!”
But . . . wanting my quote to be exact (it being a quote and all), I tried to find it on a quote list from the show, but had no luck. The next thing I tried was searching YouTube for the clip, but the search for “becker” and “coat” ended up producing a large selection of knife cleaning videos instead.
That’s when I realized I wasn’t that angry.
A lie doesn’t become truth, wrong doesn’t become right, and evil doesn’t become good just because it’s accepted by a majority.
– Ironically enough, frequently attributed to Booker T. Washington in memes, but I can find no source for this. Possible source is Rick Warren.
What’s the irony level for getting frustrated for getting stuck in traffic on the way to an appointment to help you relax? Painful?
Painful sounds about right.
On Monday I said that I expected the lesson that time fussing about a problem gives no credit would be revisited again, and it turns out I was right. Oh, my son is doing pretty good today, but after a night of no sleep for me, today I find myself doing my best to put my lesson where my mouth is.
In another example of irony, while I am currently facing a crisis of water on my horizon, people on the west coast are facing a crisis of fire on theirs, once again proving that the problem isn’t one of resources, but of distribution.
I had some household projects to do this weekend, and one of them involved me going up on a ladder to clear some gutters. Now normally I wouldn’t do this without someone to hold the ladder for me, but with no one available, I decided to just do the best I could without help. Not relishing the idea of a fall, I vowed to be particularly careful, then promptly fell . . . three hours before getting anywhere near a ladder.
Candles & Curses 