Posts Tagged ‘Life’

I Ended Up Tipping Extra . . . Just In Case

June 27, 2016

And now a partial transcript from yesterday’s breakfast outing:

Attractive Server:  “Would you like some more coffee?”

Me:  “You read my mind.”

*Has a fresh realization at just how attractive she is.*

Me:  (Seriously, even a touch sternly.)  “Don’t read too closely.”

So How AM I Doing? (Part Two)

November 6, 2015

But humor based deflections aside, recently I’ve been coping with life . . . poorly at best.  The reason for this isn’t just the perpetual interruptions to my rest, it’s the perpetual interruptions to my everything . . . sleeping, eating, working, resting, exercising, thinking, meditating, and so on and so on.   And those rare times I’m not actually interrupted, the awareness of the possibility of being interrupted can become so maddening that it overshadows everything else.  I continue to do my best to cope and adapt though, because that’s the only viable option for enduring the presence of the Sword of Damocles, and I do know that things will get better . . . someday.

I don’t know how many days, months, or years it’ll take for “someday” to arrive, mind you, but things will get better.   (This is absolutely not a statement of blind faith or a joke, by the way.  My current situation, however difficult, is transitory.)

In any event, there you have it.  You asked how I was doing . . .

. . . and now you know.

Said With Sympathy Because I HAVE Been There

July 3, 2015

When things start to get hectic, be it life or death, or something as mundane as a backup at the checkout line, the first trick is to not let yourself start to feel overwhelmed.  Tuning the situation out doesn’t count though.  You have to pull off the trick, not with a sense of urgency, per se, but with a sense of presence and focus.

Particularly when you’re the checker with a backed up checkout line.

(I probably shouldn’t have tried to pick up any groceries today.)

All’s Well That Ends Well Though

June 11, 2015

Sorry for the vagueness yesterday, but I had taken my son’s dog to the vet for a minor procedure, and was waiting all day for news that all had turned out well.

And while, as the odds heavily, heavily favored, all did turn out well, I found myself with ample opportunity to contemplate that I was the one who had taken my son’s dog to the vet, and if something had gone wrong, then I would have been the one to do my best to explain that to him.  Faced with that, even the smallest chance of something going amiss can seem daunting, but the procedure needed to be done, so it was done, and I was keeping my contemplations to myself.

Hence the vagueness.

My Thoughts On Some Of My Grandmother’s Memories (Part Five)

June 5, 2015

The truly terrible thing is that nobody ever forced that little girl who used to pretend she was typing on a typewriter to tear up her stories.  That was something she did to herself out of a fear easily understood by anyone who has ever tried to share themselves via something they’ve created.

It can be hard to do that, but the effects of not doing it, particularly if that’s what you want to do more than anything else in the world, can be horrible.  You can’t spend your entire life denying who you are and what you want to be and come out anywhere near happy, healthy or whole.

My grandmother taught me that.

The hard way.

No More Articles On Unsolved Horrible Crimes For Me For A While

April 20, 2015

People like to say kids have “no idea” what a dark and dangerous place the world can be.  As I recall from my own childhood, that’s not precisely true.  Kids do have an idea, but they lack specific concepts, as well as the vocabulary to elaborate on their fears.

Adults, on the other hand, have to rely on denial.

The Rocky Road To Recovery

March 23, 2015

All of us seem to have more or less recovered from the latest bout of illness.  The biggest challenge remaining now is convincing my son that it’s time to stop lounging around all day, but this should be easy to accomplish so long as I take the challenge in stages.

Stage 1:  Convince myself that it’s time to stop lounging around . . .

This Is A Fact Of Life With Me

March 10, 2015

Listen, son, let me break down for you how things work around here:

You can get credit for doing the things that you’re supposed to do.  To a lesser extent, you can also get credit for not doing the things that you are not supposed to do.  (Keep in mind that you won’t necessarily get this credit every time, but I happen to understand perfectly well how difficult it can be to not do things some times.)

What you’re never going to get around here is credit for not doing the things that you’re supposed to do.

Past Present Tense

August 18, 2014

“That ‘past me,'” L’s mother sighed last night.  “Every problem I’m facing right now is because of her!”

A Quote In “Honor” Of These Past Few Weeks

August 8, 2014

Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time.

– Danny Vinyard, American History X