More Than Hot Leaf Juice.

That’s my driver… the one doing up his fly.

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Happy Groundhog day!

Happy Groundhog day!

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I Love Lists and I Hate Worrying.

In 1933, renowned author F. Scott Fitzgerald ended a letter to his 11-year-old daughter, Scottie, with a list of things to worry about, not worry about, and simply think about. It read as follows.

(Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters; Image: F. Scott Fitzgerald with his daughter, Scottie, in 1924.)

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship

Things not to worry about: 

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about: 

What am I really aiming at? 
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to: 

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them? 
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it? 

With dearest love,

Daddy

I’m sure it was accidental insensitivity…

So… Cynicism and Christmas parades are not a healthy combination- I do know this. But the Pet Loss support group float should have known better than to decorate their float/SUV with a stuffed animal puppy taped face down just below the windshield.

This was the one of the biggest “oh dear…” moments of my week.

Procrastination! Whoops!

I meant to publish this list weeeeeeeeeks ago, and then forgot about it.  It’s not terribly important, but it was a nice day for me, by the sounds of it. Here it is:

What I’ve done today.

  1. Overslept.
  2. Drank tea/ sold tea/ talked about tea/ got excited about other people having tea (and called it work).
  3. Saw Arthur- the curious,mysterious,tad bit crazy yet loveable, retired Trent professor- for the first time in weeks;  (today, he shook my hand, linguistically mad a connection to Canada and Hercules, and held my new tote bag open for me, while I was trying to fit a tea pot in it).
  4. Sent a lot of emails/put off organizing my inbox.
  5. Wrote a story and erased it  (and wrote another story and thought better of posting it).
  6. Read an article about the lesser known and terrible symptoms of pregnancy (It’s not my thing, but it came up in my RSS feed).
  7. I brought it.
  8. Laughed out loud watching “How I Met Your Mother” (even though I should have waited to watch it with JD).
  9. Reminisced about cheese cake  (deep fried cheese cake) and craved chocolate ice cream.
  10. Drank tea.  (I can’t stress how awe-yeah-mazing this cup of tea I’m currantly drinking really, really is.)

I think I’m going to have a nap.

My cat likes string, sitting on shoulders, sneak attacks, watching you tube, water, sleeping, chasing his tail, chasing computer mice, most people, tin foil,giving back massages and now… baking!

My cat likes string, sitting on shoulders, sneak attacks, watching you tube, water, sleeping, chasing his tail, chasing computer mice, most people, tin foil,giving back massages and now… baking!

today, amongst other things, I’ve been making a list of things that my JD and I need still for our not-so-new apartment.  This list includes: A new roommate  (sad about that one) A new dining table  (super happy about this) These.  Exact.  Coasters.

today, amongst other things, I’ve been making a list of things that my JD and I need still for our not-so-new apartment.  This list includes:

  1. A new roommate  (sad about that one)
  2. A new dining table  (super happy about this)
  3. These.  Exact.  Coasters.

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I’m entirely in love with this concept. 

I’m entirely in love with this concept. 

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THE WEEK HAS JUST STARTED, AND ALREADY…

I have seen one of my neighbours partially naked in the garbage disposal room (He could have been completely naked- I’m not sure- he held up his bare, pale flapping arm, eyes wide as he yelled “WAIT!!”).  So, I waited, and took no step further.  I passed him the bag of garbage and did a quick turn on my heel, and before I ran back to my apartment, my neighbour shared this wisdom:

“You gotta do what you gotta do, right?”

 While this is not what I call a highlight of the week, it falls smack dab in the middle of the memorable category.