Posted in Daisy Digest, Sunday Song

Daisy Digest

Daisy Digest Logo‘Tis the last day of the month, time for a look back at the month that was. We’ll ignore the fact that I haven’t done this end of the month thing since, like, November, right?

I don’t believe in astrology whole-heartedly, except when I do, because Mercury was in retrograde until the 28th and right around that date I actually started feeling better. The world works in mysterious ways, eh?

Anyhoo, March is ending. Let’s LOOK BACK with Daisy Digest.

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Posted in Friday Fhoughts

Friday Fhoughts

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Thanks, Pixabay, for the pic!

A few random Friday thoughts:

Goldfish crackers (the snack that smiles back) are tasty. (Pardon my chewing.)

The month is coming to an end and I hope the weather swings do, too. Today: sweater, but no socks. Socks in bag, just in case. Sweater will probably come off by afternoon. It’s like being in a stage production featuring a zillion quick changes. At least winter is cold and summer is hot. I can plan for consistent temps.

I don’t know who’s liking all the Viggo Mortensen so that it’s showing up in my Pinterest feed, but thanks!

The shoes I ordered online are on their way. Note to shoemakers: Simply slapping a strap across a pump does not make it a Mary Jane.

I have this phrase I use (mostly at work) — if something’s really someone else’s responsibility, just volley that ball back. Note: At this point, my backhand could give Martina Navratilova in her prime a run for her money.

My introvert card may be revoked, or at least have an asterisk added next to the part that says (used to say?) “Extremely Introverted.” Last night, I said, “Taking a class — yeah, I think in person is better than online. Part of the fun is meeting new people.” WHO AM I?

This week, after returning from an awesome class that had me high on life, someone started talking about a President Orange speech. “Don’t,” I said. “You’ll ruin my buzz.”

My new tambourines have arrived. I shall keep the jingly beat at choir. I can’t wait.

I shall leave you with a pretty song, sans tambourine solo, that our choir is singing. Our conductor, though, doesn’t look like He-Man.

 

Happy, peaceful weekend, people.

Posted in Randomy Goodness

Legendary

Though susceptible to emarketing, I still receive email from the Philadelphia outlet that hosts Broadway tours because if I ever set foot in New York City again, I’ll be the most surprised person out of anyone.  In these emails, I expect to see notices of other upcoming shows. What I don’t expect is hyperbole to the point that I almost spit out my drink whilst reading the screen:

Rob Lowe: Hollywood actor and screen legend.

Oh, take a seat. This is going to take a few…

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Zen and the art of retrograde

I have been reading metaphysical material since I was a teenager. I have let the zen wash over me so many times. In fact, when a deer took off the front of my brand new car — a car that had only been mine for 2 months — my first thought wasn’t my new car! It was it could have come through the windshield so I’m safe followed quickly by poor deer — I’m sorry I probably killed you.

These days, though, in spite of years of zen training, I’m a cell phone with just half a bar left. I keep recharging, but those who deplete (simply by existing?) keep ramping up their game. I try to zen more, but I’m a person, people. I. Am. Struggling. I’m also giggling like The Joker from time to time, for the ridiculousness of it all.

Some say it’s because Mercury was (is still) in retrograde (communication is more difficult and job suckitude increases… CONFIRMED). All I know is, I’m in deep shit once this stuff starts coming out my mouth if the zen doesn’t kick into an even higher gear. Deep breaths? To the point I can let out a breath that lasts about 10 minutes…

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Posted in Sunday Song

Sunday Song: Singing a New Tune

This song is new to me, brought to me through figure skating. I’ve found many a new song to enjoy by watching this sport my whole life. This song is now the background to a gold-medal winning performance. And it’s a new one on my YouTube video playlist. Thanks, DJ Nathan Chen, and congrats on winning the World Championships. USA! USA!

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Castaway… far, far away

Inspired by a recent conversation with a bloggy friend, who confessed jealousy towards the situation in the Tom Hanks classic movie Castaway.

So I tell a wee story. I says…

Therapist: “Write about the Tom Hanks movie where he’s alone and why we need people in our lives.”

Me: “Are you insane? That’s a DREAM COME TRUE!”

And SCENE.

*bows*

(Editor’s note: Not all the time… just a lot of the time… well, most of the time… unless they’re My People… ergo not annoying… OK. Just make it all the time.)

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Breathe and reboot (ad nauseum)

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Breathe and reboot, take 1,000. *claps*

I’ve so done this before. The thing about life, though — similar things keep happening and you have to handle them. So I breathe and reboot, take 1,000. *clapboard claps*

I’ve held my tongue. I’ve kept my mouth shut. Until the past few weeks.

Bits and pieces came out, then a deluge of truth I could no longer keep to myself. It’s a good thing I like solitude, because once you tell people what’s really going on, they often don’t want to spend time with you after that.

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