Again? Really? – I am too frequently complaining about being a humorist in a non-humorist world. Some of my fellow humor bloggers have stepped out to address the horrors. They do it better than I do. I have so much trouble getting my arms around this killing thing so I did some research. I still don’t get it. Instead of being fearful I will follow my Mom’s words. “If it’s your time to go, you will go no matter what or how.” Somehow I get more peace from that than anything else I have heard.
Synapses snapping…wait…where did they go? – I plod through life getting blog inspirations one at a time. This past week I had a five-minute period where I had several very good blog story leads. My head was exploding! The bad news is that I had to go to the bathroom and by the time I got back to my desk they were gone. I don’t know where they went. Probably with the beloved husband’s missing socks.
Emotions – I don’t know if it’s the season or hormone surges (do I still have those?) but everything makes me cry. I cry because something is good or sad or just because. It’s not only sweet animal stories or videos. I watch a YouTube about hair products and I cry. Really good chocolate makes me weepy. Sun shining on my cats makes me weepy. Perhaps the fault lies with the evening news. Compared to that my life is so great.
I could be a taste tester! – Last week I had a bad Starbucks mocha latte. They remade the drink but it still didn’t taste right. Either the formula changed or the mix was bad. A few days later they told me that the mocha syrup had been mixed incorrectly. They had to throw out two large tubs. It’s back to normal and life is good. You can’t screw with my taste buds. (That’s almost enough to make me cry!)
The crazy lady – There is a woman in my neighborhood with long white wild hair. I’d guess she’s in her 60s. She wears bright red lipstick and colorful clothes and exercises while walking early in the morning — arms flailing, body twisting. If you saw her, your first thought would be that she had escaped from a home for the flamboyantly insane. On closer inspection you would see the wires dangling from the ear plugs that are pulsating music and exercise instructions directly into her brain. She hadn’t been around since the spring. I wondered if she moved or was ill. This week she was out in full color, arms flailing to some unheard tune with a smile and wave for all. She always makes me laugh. (Yes, this made me cry too!)
Here is some peace therapy:
So how was your week?