Scars

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Or tattoos with better stories.  A list of interesting injuries I’ve had seemed like the most apropos post for the day, seeing as I’m temporarily wearing an eye patch.  While cutting the dead wood out of a neighbor’s rose, I accidentally held a branch so that it whipped the white part of my eye.  Apparently, because eyes heal fast, I’ll be better in a day or two.  In the meantime, I’m bumbling around like a pirate without depth perception. Continue reading “Scars”

Le Vertige

When I was younger I had a great confusion when it came to vertigo and nostalgia.  They always got mixed up in my head for no real reason (kind of like Mel Brooks, Mel Gibson, and… Gene Wilder).
I believe it was at a museum in Chicago (which one, I don’t know) where the separation of the two concepts finally became concrete.  That was a great trip to Chicago- I remember lots of tulips, adorable kittens in a pet store, refried beans, and reading the Phantom Stallion series voraciously (I real Desert Dancer on the plane, I think.)
Discovering vertigo was an important step in my adolescent development, because now I can use words like vertiginous without sounding like an idiot and I can understand that Jimmy Stewart and Kim Novak are dealing with heights and not memories of trips to their grandmas’ houses in Hitchcock’s Vertigo.
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Opposites Attract

A collection of paired proverbs, adages, and quotes with opposite meanings.
There is officially nowhere to turn for accurate advice (though if you were relying on proverbs for life guidance I imagine you need a lot more help than just advice right now). 🙂

  • Opposites attract
  • Birds of a feather flock together

 

  • Forgive and forget
  • Revenge is a dish best served cold

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Laughter and Iridescence

I was on a yoga retreat a few years ago when the leader of the program I was participating in argued strongly in favor of both laughing and crying at least once a day.

Now, emotional release is excellent and I never sleep so well as after I cry (how is it that crying wipes you out more than aerobics and cardio combined?) but making laughter and tears part of a daily to do list seems to me to be a bit too regimented (and this from someone who lives off lists).

And that’s only the lesser problem.  The real struggle is that, while I can make myself cry on a dime (there’s just so much to cry about, you know?) I have never been able to make myself laugh.
Until now.

Granted, I have found only two methods that have given me any success, and even then my laughs are only moderate (a 4 out of 10 on the laugh scale). And so that makes this a very short list (and regarding these techniques, your mileage may vary). If you happen to be reading this and can make yourself laugh with the same level of talent that I can make myself cry, please advise! Continue reading “Laughter and Iridescence”

A Little R&R

It’s easy enough to think of ways to treat yourself. But for some reason reality is set up so that money and time both need to be taken into consideration and I can’t elect to mosey across the world to Switzerland for a frangipani scalp massage or even take a quick Mediterranean cruise in the hour before my final exam.

One can’t even do what my Dad seems to like (going to a Russian steam bath and sauna to be beaten with oak leaves) on the daily.

So what can one do to coax away the stress? Continue reading “A Little R&R”

A Rose By Any Other Name

Or things that I would like to have named after me.

Thanks to a preschool friend, I’ve already had one namesake in my short life. I still think of little brown Connie the guinea pig frequently and fondly.

I’ve already gone the pet route, so here are a few more things that I would love to share a name with (or not).

 

Yes, Please:

Rose: It’s easy enough to get a rose named after you if you have the money, but ever since watching Mrs. Miniver, having a rose named after me personally by the cultivator has been on my bucketlist. Which is amazing, given that a bucketlist may be the one list I’ve never bothered to keep. Bonus, the man who plays the cultivator, Mr. Ballard, also plays Clarence the angel in It’s a Wonderful Life (actor Henry Travers, for the curious).
It’s almost that I just want Henry Travers to be my friend, except it’s not. I want a rose named after me. Hit me up, David Austin. Continue reading “A Rose By Any Other Name”