I did this last week. I’m doing it again. Could it be a trend? Stay tuned.
A few random Friday fhoughts:
Tag: Introvert
Friday Fhoughts
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.
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.)
Breathe and reboot (ad nauseum)
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.
A Magical Mystery Door
If I controlled the world, there would be more of this door. EVERYWHERE. In an extroverted (loud) world, one (introvert) needs as much quiet as one can get. Continue reading “A Magical Mystery Door”
Retreating myself well
I have the doors, but I haven’t written about the doors, so I’ll write about them for Thursday Doors for next week. I’z all curfubbled (NOT A WORD UNTIL NOW!) today since today began with me, in a half-sleepy stupor, wondering if it was a day I had to go to work. I came to consciousness just enough to mutter Expletive….. it’s only Thursday…. This week has been jammed packed with enough week to have it be over already; alas, there’s one more day to go. To get myself through, I’ve spent this afternoon looking forward, and I came up with a new thing I’m gonna do, just for me.
January Joy
The long lines everywhere have shortened and/or disappeared. The traffic’s back to normal and is even lighter than usual some mornings and evenings. It’s 2019 and everything’s getting back to the way it should be, without holiday hubbub (and The Sickness, which has finally ended). January is one of the most…. wonderful tiiiiiiiiiiimes…. of the year!
Daisy Digest: November 2018
I just did this, right? I know they put some kind of fancy photo-taking pseudo-scientist robot on Mars, but I think they also must have done something to the space-time continuum. November cannot be over already! Alas, my paper calendars (yes, plural) tell me ’tis true. November, like the Autumn that has morphed too quickly into Winter, I barely knew ye (and apparently, I barely knew old English because the first time I typed that, I wrote yee).
AND on top of everything else, I’m writing this post in the evening on November 30, when I meant to write it earlier today (or actually earlier this week then tidy today and post). *le sigh*
Anyway, let’s pause — seriously, is there a pause button for days/weeks/months? Can someone invent that, please? — and take a look back at the month just passed as it comes to an end.
Thursday Doors: Closed
I’m coming out of a fog into a haze of snow. I’m psychologically and emotionally spent, and I’m merely adjacent to the turmoil around me. That’s not 100 percent true — I knew her, too — not deeply, but enough to be disturbed by the news, let alone the aftermath of the little bit that has fallen to me to deal with. Four days ago, my boss’s wife died unexpectedly. The door on her life is closed. Continue reading “Thursday Doors: Closed”
I Demand a Do-Over
This past weekend was a three-day weekend in the U.S. Judging by the people I’ve interacted with already this morning, I think we all need a do-over (or at least another day off or so).
Continue reading “I Demand a Do-Over”
