Which means there will be more than the usual amount of channel surfing until I find a new channel to love (and by “love” I mean resort to when there’s nothing else on the airwaves to keep me company while I’m working and writing). And by “nothing else on the airwaves” I mean
Do not suggest Hulu or Netflix or any other pay-more-for-TV channel because I’m just not ready.
It is a sad, sad state of affairs.
On the other hand, NCIS is still producing new shows, Big Bang Theory is in reruns all over the place (as well as new shows), and we’re not buried in 10 feet of snow.
And there’s likely to be hot coffee in a mug nearby.
Hope you have a wonderful day, kiddo. And avoid one way trips in baskets.
Sometimes sitting in the sauna is a time for quiet (and warm) reflection.
Other times, it’s an interesting conversation with people you might never meet anywhere else.
I mean how often do you go up to someone who is working out and randomly start chatting? OK, in my world it happens more often than you might think, given that I seem to have a way of introducing myself. And when J and I are at the gym together, you can imagine that we manage to meet all sorts of interesting people.
Last night (after our very intense workout), we were in the sauna, solving all the world’s problems, when we got into an interesting conversation with a woman who is approximately your age (and by “approximately” I mean exactly give or take a few months).
We started talking about the movie Twilight (which I have not seen, but I read one of the books a long time ago). This very insightful woman was saying how she’d rewatched the movie recently and started noticing how the relationship was a very abusive one (emotionally speaking). Which got all of us talking about why women do some of the things we do and enter into some of the relationships we enter into.
Many people (more knowledgeable than I) have written (much better than I possibly could) about the insidious little steps that seem (more or less) harmless at the time but in reality lead to the next one and the next one and…
We (and I mean all of us) have a responsibility to watch for subtle signs and signposts. To watch over our friends, our family, people we care about, people who are only on the edge of our awareness. To reinforce the “rightness” of standing up for ourselves. To give women permission to listen to that little warning voice we so often ignore. To insist that they respect themselves.
I’ve been obsessing over MILCK and I Can’t Keep Quiet. Hopefully, you’ve heard it already. If not, here it is.
Right now, he looks like an angel. He’s fast asleep and little baby snores are wafting slowly around him. Really, I can see them. Like little cartoon Zs with wings and agitrons (they’re related to grawlixes).
Grawlixes. The characters cartoonists use instead of swear words.
Agitrons: wiggly lines around a shaking object or character.
Grawlixes: typographical symbols standing for profanities, appearing in dialogue balloons in place of actual dialogue.
His little nose is tucked under and he’s just a ball of adorable love.
First a warning bark or two. Then a cascade of Get Away From My House arpeggios. Followed by a full-on The Huns Are Invading alert. After 6 or 7 weeks of this, I hauled myself out of bed to investigate.
I feel the need to take a deep breath. A really deep breath.
Not because of the yoga. Well, not just because of that.
Not because the Puppy ripped apart one of his toys and left stuffing all over the family room. Well, not just because of that.
And not just because I made a mess cooked dinner creatively. OK, mostly because of that but not only.
But really I need to take a deep breath because it is (more or less) the middle of a long week in the middle of a crazy month. The world seems to have gone a little over the edge. The news, the fake news, the opinions, the idle speculations, and the just plain sci-fi have gone off the rails. In an angry sort of way.
Am I the only one tired of the angry rhetoric? Am I the only one who wants to turn off the internet for a while? Or give the world a Coke and a Smile?
I’m settling for a deep breath. Please feel free to join me.