It seems like only yesterday that we parted.
While I always look to Wednesday, whose child is allegedly full of woe (that’s me!), with great anticipation, this week’s prompt is, as it was November 23, 2016, is the concept of anticipation. I think a better word for this week would have been repeat. Nothing wrong with repeats. I watched a rerun of Seinfeld last night, the one where he hangs out in the office building lobby hoping to run into a woman he met, and George introduces us to his alter ego, “Art Vandelay.” Funny– but really, not as sharp as I remembered it. Part of the show’s charm now is its, um, historic value. Look at the size of those cordless phones! Where are they– in a video rental store! Dated, but the humour still sticks.
In the spirit of “repeat” may I present the first of several of my favourite cartoons?
This next is not history repeating itself, but taking two frustrating steps backward:
Finally, I had to go to an oral surgeon yesterday. I am a nervous dental patient so had sedation, and today am swollen and full of prescription drugs. However, at least I did not have this experience:
Have a wonderful Wednesday.
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
And hello Jo! Jo is one of the visitors we hosted this past week, as she and others competed in a Multisport athletic challenge nearby– I invited Jo to visit this site, with all its diverse, dark, bright, and incoherent ramblings, hoping she wouldn’t be too horrified. As I said in an earlier post, I was a bit hesitant and pre-stressed about their stay, but it turned out to be a delightful and rewarding time.
Pre-stress. That is the inane experience of freaking out via unwarranted negative anticipation. Part of the stress is that of living up to expectations, part is dealing with the unknown, part is the feeling disorientation because a stream of visitors can impart the feeling of disconnecting you– however unintentionally– from the safety and comfort of “home”.
I am not enamored of this feeling, but I think it is interesting to consider the things that cause us such unnecessary stress. Or understandable stress:
I would like to welcome any new visitors to Fluffy Pool. In the manner of blogs, the most recent posts are always at the top, but you might find that some of my stories rely on earlier entries to make sense. Here you will find quite a large community of characters, most interrelated, and sometimes the stories are challenging unless you’ve read what comes before. Ultimately it doesn’t matter since it’s all for fun and entertainment, and satisfies my personal cravings to write about what is on my mind.
Thank you for reading.
I admit, my reaction was visceral, from the gut, when I was informed that we would have four guests, three of whom I’ve never met, staying with us for over a week while they attend an athletic event (as participants). I’m still recovering from family reunion week, for heaven’s sake (and recovery realizations are pretty glorious… intently savouring every quiet moment of no-one-else-ville).
We all need to learn to control such reactions, or at least not to trust them, necessarily. My reaction was not instinctual, it was a purely selfish response to what I perceived as a burdensome lack of privacy. But was it?
They are lovely people. They train hard, and buy provisions, and are charmingly appreciative (the English accents don’t hurt).
Now they are visiting friends overnight, and I was astonished how much I missed them. The house suddenly seemed a lonely cave.
I also admit I am confused.
Allow me to present a few of my favourite cartoons, the first of which is tangentially related to today’s Daily Prompt, visceral…
Savour every moment!
Today’s topic is mustard.
Just now, I learned that I have no real feelings or comments to share about mustard.
So may I instead present a few of my favourite cartoons, only very peripherally related to today’s prompt “grainy” (mustard –> hot dog)?
I do like mustard on a hot dog– the bright yellow kind. Otherwise I’m partial to hot English style mustard. How about you?
Zzzzz. Oh! Sorry, just dropped off.
Not your fault. We’ve had about 60 people descend upon our humble home for our annual long hot weekend, mostly-family reunion, and I am weary. Love kids, but not six of them out of fucking control. Love my family, almost all of the time. Adore my friends, except when I don’t.
Please ignore my snark. I love them all. Truly, possibly.
Spicy? Some of our group dinners are easy massive pots of things, like chili or assembly line marathons, like tacos. After every long weekend I have approximately 30 gallons of salsa left over, in various jars and of various brands.
And in the spirit of today’s prompt, “spicy”, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons…
Life is good. I’m tired. The part of the bass will be played by the chicken.
This is our family reunion weekend, so I am spinning in circles trying to get ready. Spring was so late that summer, and this weekend, crept up on me!
Fog rhymes with dog. That’s all I got. Please enjoy a few of my favourite rather odd dog cartoons:
…Running to make another list, while pausing to hug my own dog,
Dry weather and a sudden, widespread dry lightning storm were mostly responsible for more than 200 forest fires so far this summer in British Columbia, Canada, closing highways and causing roughly 40,000 people to be affected by evacuation orders. Depending on wind direction, most people in the province (and also the people in neighbouring states and provinces) will wake up at one time or another to a smoke-filled sky.
The media likes to headline their stories with phrases like “BC is Burning”.
In light of the dry, brittle kindling that comprise much of the forest floor and cover the hillsides this hot summer, were such devastating fires inevitable?
What if BC’s First Nations revived the art of firekeeping? This was a highly valued and spiritual art, passed down from generation to generation, and generally involved controlled burning to clear out brush and create natural fireguards. The population is far greater now, and the scale of the fires much vaster, so perhaps the time of the firekeepers has passed. But I think we lose so much when we turn our backs on natural wisdom and tradition. What do you think? First Nations Firekeepers.
Meanwhile, if you are a minnow, there are minnow disasters to worry about. May I present a small selection of my favourite seaside-themed cartoons?
Have a safe and happy summer!