Tin’s godfather came over today and of course, Tin was thrilled to see him. Of all the adults Tin will meet in his life, it’s good that his godfather knows what it’s like to be a little brown boy adopted into a white family. You wish these trappings (race, gender) weren’t lines of demarcation, but they are. Happy (god)father’s day!
I woke this morning to an email from a friend who sent me some links to The Happiness Project – mostly on the topic of paradox. Interestingly enough, I dashed over to the Zen center to meditate and arrived to learn there was a visiting speaker and guess what he was speaking about – you guessed it – paradox. Since paradox just so happens to be at the forefront of what I’ve been thinking lately…
I learned that a pony and a horse or two different breeds. What goes on? I thought a pony was a baby horse, but turns out a pony is a small breed of horse and a foal (of course) is a baby horse. Shows what little I know. I mean I SHOULD have known that. We were at a pony birthday party yesterday and Tin really got in the groove riding those ponies, but he…
I was at Zumba on Saturday morning and a woman walked up to me and said that I look beautiful (with my bald head). At Rouses, the young cashier said, “You are so beautiful.” Seeings how this wasn’t happening when I had my beloved hair, maybe bald is the new black.
LAST SEEN: NEW ORLEANS, LA 70115 MISSING FROM HOME/CROSS ST: JEFFERSON AND MAGAZINE ST. SPECIES: CAT BREED: DSH PET NAME: GRENDEL LOST: 06/11/2012 AGE: 4 YEARS, 2 MONTHS PRIMARY COLOR: BLK SECONDARY COLOR: WEIGHT: 10 SEX: M MICROCHIP #: 4A2D147301 OTHER CHARACTERISTICS: LOOKS LIKE A FELINE JHONNY DEPP.
A friend and I were speaking about how her mother doesn’t want to be a burden, and I said my mother said that all the time and it used to just exasperate me. I would always respond, “Well you are a burden, you are my burden, because I love you.” I’m so good at giving advice and telling people how it is that I fool myself. As my fortunes reversed themselves, I found people coming…
I was at Zumba last night and one of the regulars came late and couldn’t get her typical spot so she wound up near me and started inching me out of my usual spot. Not that I’m wedded to the spot, I moved with ease to a new one, but almost unconsciously I kept winding up back in my spot and displacing her and then had to remind myself to get out of the way.…
I learned today that someone from my old company is calling my sources. Yuck. So I guess all of their sources are now open to me as well. So be it. One source I was speaking with today said that I’m his imaginary love interest and have been for years. I said, “You wouldn’t want the real me, I’m a handful.” He did pass along some advice to me that I thought was worth noting…
My doctor friend said he was surprised to learn that I have anxiety issues, and he said, “You’re like the duck as the Cajuns say.” Meaning? Everyone sees the calm unruffled feathers but underneath your the movement is intense.
PRONUNCIATION: (puhr-DOOR, -DYOOR) MEANING: verb intr.: To continue to exist; endure. A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow. -Friedrich Nietzsche, philosopher (1844-1900)