Posts by Tara

I'm a writer who loves daisies, laughing, and smiling (hence the site name).

Don’t hate me because I’m brilliant

Forget beautiful. I’ll take brilliant any day of the week, and twice on Sundays (as the saying goes). I’ll even take it on a Tuesday.

See, what happened was my bloggy pal Joey posted about a Tuesday that was sooooo a Tuesday. Then I replied:

Your Tuesday was so Jan Brady!

Then she replied:

Tara, Tuesday might actually be Jan Brady Day. Truly. You’re brilliant.

Who am I to argue?

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Are you having a bad Tuesday? Think TACOS. Image: Constanze Riechert-Kurtze / Pixabay

No Brady or blog writer was harmed in the creation of this post. The views of Tuesday are those of the original post author and not this site.

DSF Management (that’s me, btw), in fact, likes Tuesday as it was the day of the week during which the Manager here first appeared on earth. DSF Management enjoys humor, however, hence the reply to the original post person. More importantly, DSF Management respects all differing viewpoints (except anything pro-you-know-who, of course — there’s simply no tolerating / no excuse for that).

DSF Management thinks that Saturday may be the more Tuesday of days than Tuesday could ever be because of the sheer volume of humanity roaming the streets on that particular day. A declaration then: Jan Brady Day shall be any day that is such a day, whatever day of whatever week that happens to be for you. This is no way diminishes the Jan Brady Day-ness of the original post person’s Tuesday. Any day can actually be a Tuesday-like day, i.e. Jan Brady Day.

 

This post is approved by the New Jan Brady and is brought to you by the letters H and A (squared).

 

Thursday Doors: Deep In the Heart

ThursdayDoors DSFAs I write this post and look through recently past ones, I realize I was rocking a personal theme of visiting all my happy places in the past few months. I was unawares, but there it is, in all its bloggy glory. Stressors of all kinds had me pulling out all the stops to try and refill my introvert well (to no avail, at the time). Looking back, though, I’m so proud of Past Me for trying (all those years of reading, studying, venting to professionals, learning all the zen tips one can — apparently pay off).

But let’s not revisit the reasons for the running for respite (all hail alliteration!) that led me to the location for this post. Let’s just focus on the goodness of it, the joy of it, and the gloriousness of doors.

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What About Bob

My personality type demands that I analyze a situation from all sides, examining all roles and outcomes of all possible actions. I can be impulsive when making some decisions, but when it comes to the important ones, I tend to take my time: months for semi-important; possibly years for truly life-altering. When the decision is made, I know that I’m ready because I’ve thought of everything about the situation. It is what it is and it will be what I make it, once I decide.

Last week, I did something that might have looked impulsive to someone looking from the outside in, but in reality, it was a long time coming.

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Thursday Doors: Sea the Truth

ThursdayDoors DSFStanding on the beach at twilight, watching the surf rolling onto the sand, wave after wave, one right after the next. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, but not everyone goes with the ebb and the flow.

I walked back alone along the two and half blocks we had walked together to the sea. My car service was needed. She couldn’t walk that far again — the wind was too strong, the chill in the air too biting. A million excuses except the one that is truth.

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Thursday Doors: Where Charity and Love Are

I’m not a religious gal, but was raised as such, so the pretty songs in Latin always get me. Luckily, the choir I sing with does quite a few each season. Once choir’s season ended for the summer, I found myself singing them by myself. That’s fine, but when I heard about a sing-along being held by another choir, including one such song, I couldn’t wait for the heat of July to arrive (and that’s so not me). Continue reading →

Packing some peace

Did you know that the best laid plans go wherever socks disappear to? Although I read on the Internets lately that socks mostly get lost somewhere in the washer’s inside doohickeys and often end up out the water pipe, hence they should always be in a zipped sock bag. So let’s go with the best laid plans end up wherever all my pens and ponytail holders do, some nether region I couldn’t find on a map if I tried, a magical place propelled by a similarly magical force of pilfering, i.e., stealing said items never to be seen again.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

I’m glad you asked.

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Summer Bloggy Burst

Announcer: We interrupt this bloggy hiatus to bring you a special report from the surface of the sun. Our correspondent, Tara, is braving the elements to bring us the latest.

Tara?

Me: Well, I don’t know who you are, and I’m not actually on the surface of the sun, but it sure does feel like it. Happy to provide an update, though.

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Me, bursting through to say hi!

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