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Ah, you are expecting something else?
What I mean is, how can I find this inappropriate behavior so funny?
My cat using the just-cleaned cast iron pan on my stove as a litter box.
A great deal of work to clean and sanitize it but I could not stop laughing.
Particularly after I emailed the photo to my brother and he 'shopped it up and made me laugh even harder.
I hope this gives you a laugh too and possibly 'permission' to giggle when you might otherwise be just a tad miffed at something.
-GG
Winter approaches quickly and the pandemic continues. It is predicted that we may once more be isolated beyond the norm. So many folks have been craving physical contact for years due to this. Those fortunate enough to have a cuddly pet can benefit from contact with those members of the family. But what about those who live entirely alone, no other people, no pets?
I have tried standing in the shower, allowing the stream of water to caress my skin. Nice but not what I was looking for. Then the other day I happened to be outside when the wind picked up.
It was marvelous! It wound its fingers through my hair, swept across my face, circled around my arms, whizzed past my ears, as if whispering, 'I am here with you.' It was the closest thing to a hug I had experienced in ages. If you can get out at all, I highly recommend it. If you are housebound, even briefly opening a window on a windy day can feel wonderful.
-GG
Something for which I am very grateful is my ability lately (after much 'inner' work) to laugh at my mistakes. I marvel at what my brain can do and chuckle heartily at the Brain Farts.
I was vacuuming my place the other day and was not happy with the suction power. I decided it might be the base of the head which can quickly become clogged with cat fur. I took apart the long plastic wand at the midway point and used the end of the exposed flexible hose to vacuum up the fur-encrusted brush at the end of the vac head. I hoped that would clear things so I immediately checked the suction power by holding my hand over the end of the head. To my dismay, absolutely zero suction could be felt.
What the heck I thought. Nothing at all? Then I realized, of course I had detached that very part of the vacuum to work on it. Of course no suction will come if the wand is no longer attached to the hose.
I put the parts down and had such a belly laugh that my knees went weak. It was like I was Lucy Ricardo in a silly episode of that old show.
Such gratitude....
-GG
I was offered an assignment many moons ago. I began immediately. I had such grand visions of what the results would be.
To my disappointment, all that I created fell short of my expectations and procrastination set in for completing the project, which I felt was not up to my standards.
It sat on the shelf all summer and I'd walk by it, hoping for inspiration and wondering what happened to the skills I used to have. I used to be able to draw well. This was an illustration assignment. None of what I looked at felt good at all.
Last week I returned to counseling, having none for 10 months. It did the trick. We never spoke of this one issue, but just having a professional take an interest in my life and depression felt like a revival. I have completed more drawings in the past few days and my feelings of inadequacy have changed. The skill level has not improved, but my acceptance of my current capabilities is in a healthier place.
Maybe I used to be a good artist but there is nothing wrong with submitting what I am capable of at this particular point in my life.
The procrastination has thankfully taken leave.
_GG