navigating the hills and valleys

Sundae Sessions – 013016

2016 - 013016 - strawberry sundaeWell, it’s been quite a while since I resurrected the Sundae Sessions blog posts.  Figured it might be time to open that window again.

Way back in the day, I was once posting something on Sunday afternoons that usually contained  subject matter in the realm of spirituality or religion or basic moral beliefs.  Not sure this post exactly qualifies, but hey, it is Sunday today, and my mind is circulating and pondering some deep thoughts, so why not?

Today’s post is going to be a bit of a mishmash, but I suppose you guys are probably used to that by now.  It doesn’t seem possible that it’s been two weeks since my last post.  I’ve been talking to you guys practically non-stop in my head.  Problem is, all those circulating thoughts never quite made it to the page.  So, with that in mind, I think I’ll do a quick mini-recap, and then head towards the topic of the day.

  • Enjoyed another week-long visit with my sister.
  • My brother also came down for a three day visit.
  • We laughed more than ever before.  It was magical.
  • Have been feeling better than I have in a long while.
  • Truly loved the colder weather (the Texas version).
  • I’m actually (sort of) learning how to accept help.
  • More than anything, I’m feeling very lucky, and blessed.

There were tons of other things going on during the past couple of weeks, but that will have to suffice to cover the basics.  If I kept adding bullet points, we’d be here all day long.  But I wanted to talk about something else today, so I’m moving on for now.  Perhaps on another day I’ll come back and fill in some of the missing blanks, but for now, let’s just say that it’s been a really good couple of weeks, despite the Mini Meltdown that popped up in the midst of all this good mojo that’s been circulating around me.

Today’s topic is both a very broad topic, and also one that some people are not comfortable discussing.  I’ll try to keep it light and a bit generic, so that we can all feel free to dip our toes in the pond.  Circumstances lately having me pondering some deep questions, but on the flip side of that coin, I’m also being repetitively drawn to recognizing that smiling and enjoying the little moments that are so abundant in an ordinary life may be the answer to some of those questions I keep asking myself.

People can talk and argue and expand and explore that whole “Do you believe in God” question, until they’ve practically picked the subject clean, with nothing left but the bare bones, which end up getting chewed to dust in the ensuing arguments that seem to explode on all sides of the question.  It does seem to always come down to the lowest common denominator – a person either chooses to have faith, and they place their trust in God, (in whatever form that manifests for their particular chosen religion), or they choose to deny the existence of God, calling themselves atheists, or they stand somewhere in the middle, identifying themselves as being agnostic, refraining from either endorsing or denying the existence of God.

Today isn’t about trying to answer that question.  Today is about a singular event that happened a few days ago, in my ordinary life, on an ordinary day, not so unlike all those other ordinary days that make up a string of days in a person’s life.  My sister had just boarded a plane to go back to her hometown, after our (wonderfully fun) week long visit.  During the week she was here, our hot and humid Texas weather had obliged us with a delicious cool front, with some nights dipping pretty close to that freezing mark.  It was the kind of weather that I really love – cold enough for a warm and snuggly blanket, but not so cold that your fingers and toes hurt every time you step outside.  We spent long hours giggling and visiting out on my back patio … watching the birds, and the deer, and the dogs, and mostly just enjoying one another’s company.

The day she flew back home, the usual Texas weather returned all at once.  Gone were the 60 degrees days.  Zip, boom, crash … the thermometer immediately climbed back up to 80 degrees.  Hot enough to be uncomfortably hot, and entirely too warm to leave the windows and doors open all day long.  Bummer.  Here it was, January, in the midst of our so-called winter months, and it was 80 degrees outside.  Pout.  Fat lip protruding.  You get the picture.

So I’m talking to my sister after she arrives back home safely, and I tell her that I’m annoyed, and practically demand that she get back on a plane and return, post-haste, to Texas, and I remind her to bring back that cool weather that blew in while she was visiting.  I told her that I was hungry for a few more days of that perfect weather, when it’s 50 degrees outside during the day, and I can leave my windows and doors wide open.

And just like that, within an hour of hanging up with my sister, the weather turned.

I kid you not, within an hour of that conversation, the temperature dropped down to 50 degrees, and I was doing my happy dance, (after flinging open the doors and windows, of course).  I snuggled under my fuzzy blanket on the back patio in my comfy recliner that my brother moved to the back patio for me, and watched the deer jump around playfully in the green space behind my back fence, and watched the squirrels running haphazardly in every direction, and watched the birds greedily gobbling up the extra helping of bird seed I always put out when the weather turns cold.  Even the dogs were happy about the return of the colder weather.  They were acting frisky and playful, which is saying something when your oldest dog is usually arthritic and stiff and has a hard time moving.  Everyone was smiling, even the birds.  You’ll have to trust me on that one.

So I did the only logical thing a person should do in such circumstances.  I sent my sister an email, and the Subject line read “are you God?”.

You see, lately my sister has been going out of her way to ensure my comfort and happiness.  She’s making sure that anything I need or desire is being fulfilled, whenever possible, whether that be my favorite sort of fruit juice always being stocked in the refrigerator, or if I need help in walking my dogs.  She’s making a point to help out in whatever way she can, either when she’s here in person, or when she’s at home in another state.

But, seriously, changing the weather to exactly 50 degrees within just an hour of me wishing it could be 50 degrees outside again?  There’s no other logical explanation, except that surely she must be God, right?

I knew the email would raise her eyebrows, and also make her giggle.  She reminded me that if she really was God, that one of us in the family would have won the Power Ball jackpot by now.  Or we’d all have another fifty years added to our lifespans, and we’d all be healthy and happy.  I told her I already am rich, beyond measure, and I’m feeling healthier and happier than at any other time in my life, so we’re back to the same question.  Is she God?

Which got us to talking about how people are capable of drawing both negative and positive energy towards their circle of life.  You can put it in terms of God blessing your life, or you can say that sharing lots of positive energy invariably pours extra heaping doses of positive energy back in your direction, but it all ends up pretty much in the same place.  Choosing to share positive energy, and being generous with your smiles and encouragement, invariably also mirrors more of the same back in your direction.  When we give ourselves away, we end up being more fulfilled, rather than emptied out.

It’s not rocket science.  But that 80 degrees to 50 degrees jump within an hour of me voicing it out loud was a little bit spooky, or unbelievable, or absolutely freaking delightful, or some combination of all three mixed up together.  Which has me honing my “noticing skills” even more sharply these days.  I’m so busy being appreciative for what is going right in my life right now, that I hardly have time for all that whining and complaining that seemed to be the undertone of my daily life before.  Again, nothing much changed except the direction of my focus.

So, when was the last time you were taken by surprise by something absolutely wonderful?  Where it felt like you barely even had the thought, and you found your unspoken prayer or wish already answered?  And took you by surprise?

Alanis MorissetteThank U



Lyrics to Alanis Morissette’s Thank U were found here

“Thank U”
How ’bout getting off these antibiotics
How ’bout stopping eating when I’m full up
How ’bout them transparent dangling carrots
How ’bout that ever elusive kudo
Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence
How ’bout me not blaming you for everything
How ’bout me enjoying the moment for once
How ’bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
How ’bout grieving it all one at a time
Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence
The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down
How ’bout no longer being masochistic
How ’bout remembering your divinity
How ’bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How ’bout not equating death with stopping
Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you thank you silence



“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.  It turns what we have into enough, and more.  It turns denial into acceptance, and chaos to order, confusion to clarity.  It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, and a stranger into a friend.”  Melodie Beatty, (born 1948), American author of self-help books such as Codependent No More and Turning What You Have Into What You Want.  She began drinking at age 12, and was an alcoholic by the age of 13, and a junkie by the age of 18, but made the decision to turn her life around.

“I’m not wise, but the beginning of wisdom is there; it’s like relaxing into – and an acceptance of – things as they are, and not how you wish them to be.”  Anna Mae Bullock, aka Tina Turner, (born 1939), American singer, songwriter, actor, and author.  She is a survivor of domestic abuse, and is known for her strength and powerful voice, and for her generous outlook on life.

“Abundance in not something we acquire.  It is something we tune into.”  Wayne Dyer, (born 1940), American philosopher and author of self-help books such as Pulling Your Own Strings and Change Your Thoughts – Change Your Life.  He spent many years as a child in an orphanage after his father walked out, leaving his mother with three young boys to raise on her own.  Also worked as a high school guidance counselor.

“Appreciation is the highest form of prayer, for it acknowledges the presence of good wherever you shine the light of your thankful thoughts.”  Alan Cohen, (born 1954), Jewish American businessman, most known for his ownership of the Florida Panthers hockey team.  He also founded several pharmaceutical companies, and some of his other interests include horse racing and breeding. 



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Mini Meltdown

colorful meltdownHave you ever had one of those months that’s just jam-packed with so much information coming at you from so many directions that you almost can’t keep up?

Yep, lately it’s been like that in my little corner of the world.  Some people  manage to navigate through such periods of time with delicate grace and an effortless poise.

Me?  Not so much.

It would be fair to say that I experienced a good, old-fashioned, full-on-living-color version of a mini-meltdown.  Maybe even bordering on a maxi-meltdown.

I sputtered, and cried, and denied, and shook my head vehemently, and then ultimately, with some hesitation and a ridiculously generous dose of histrionics, finally accepted that the circumstances in my life have changed, and even though I had managed to convince myself that I’ve been handling this new reality with a sense of grace and poise, the truth is that I’ve stumbled a bit, and it has even gone so far as to get a little bit messy.

That’s okay.

I’ve brushed myself off, and stiffened up the old upper lip, and even took a deep breath.  Thankfully, I managed to calm myself down.  It certainly helped that I was lucky enough to share the experience with a new-found friend (how embarrassing).

Seriously, though, it wasn’t actually embarrassing at all, because, as she pointed out, we’re all human, and we all navigate our way through life’s little realizations in the best way we can manage at the time.

This week, this time around, I needed to have a little meltdown.

Maybe next time around, I’ll be that picture of grace and poise, but for today, I’m kind of enjoying the aftermath.  That delicous splash of messy color that splattered all over my day, confusing me and catching me by surprise, but leaving behind the distinct realization that our strength really does lie within our ability to move towards acceptance.  We can fight it and struggle and kick and scream, but in the end, the pieces of the puzzle still fit together in a way that might cause us to have to adjust our overall view.  We still have to step forward into our new reality.

Thankfully, with the help of a friend, I’ve adjusted.

Soon I’ll be sharing some of the details of this life-changing realization, but for today, it’s enough to just let you know that I’m okay with being my messy self, and that even though we can hope to be the picture of perfect poise, sometimes, a colorful little mess adds a bit of interest to an otherwise ordinary life.



Emily Kinney – Mess (Official Lyric Video)



“Nothing is perfect.  Life is messy.  Relationships are complex.  Outcomes are uncertain.”  Hugh McKay, (born 1938), Australian psychologist, social researcher, and former teacher

“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint, can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, panic and fear which is inherent to the human situation.”  Graham Greene, (1904-1991), British novelist and author, who lived with bipolar disorder, and who affectionately referred to himself as an agnostic Catholic

“I have so much chaos in my life, it’s become normal.  You become used to it.  You have to just relax, calm down, take a deep breath, and try and see how you can make things work, rather than complain about how they’re wrong.”  Tom Welling, (born 1977), American actor, director, and producer, also known for his role as Clark Kent in the television superhero drama Smallville.  Began his career in construction, then moved to modeling and acting.

“Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is, and trusting that there’s got to be a way through it.”  Michael J. Fox, (born 1961), Canadian-American actor, author, producer, also known for his advocacy and activism in the field of Parkinson’s disease research



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The Impossible Quest

shut up graphic from peterkirby dot comFor those of you that have followed my blog for a bit, you’re probably wondering what’s up.  I go silent for weeks at a time, sometimes bursting back in with a barrage of posts all at once, and then … poof … I disappear again.  I promise I’m not playing hard to get, or trying to mess with your heads.  I usually blame it on the typical fluctuations associated with bipolar disorder, but truthfully, it goes deeper than that.

There have been some significant changes in my life recently.  I’m going to resist the urge to elaborate, and just say that it has given me a multitude of opportunities to reexamine (dash, or no dash?) my thoughts on a variety of subjects.  One subject that keeps rising to the top of the list is the idea of listening.

I’ve spent a good amount of time in my life patting myself on the back, telling myself I’m a good listener.  How else do you explain that there has been a consistent thread throughout my life, in that people tend to open up when they are around me?  Sometimes within moments of meeting someone, they are spilling out their secrets; sharing some of the most intimate details about their lives, all while looking for that spark of recognition as our eyes dig deeper into the common space we share.

I nearly strained my elbow, reaching back to pat myself on the back with such regularity.  It was only after I really and truly finally SHUT UP and actually started listening to people in the truest sense, that I came to the conclusion that I’ve been bullshitting myself long enough.

Many of us are guilty of some of the common mistakes that crop up when we tell ourselves we’re listening, (but we’re really not listening at all).  We constantly interrupt, usually citing “before we forget” as our validation for why it’s okay to interrupt someone while they are speaking.  Or we don that blank stare that is supposed to indicate feigned interest, while secretly our wheels are spinning away, formulating what we are about to say when we … yet again … interrupt someone while they are speaking.  Or we play the “smile and nod” game, as if such pathetic attempts at pretending to listen are acceptable.

Not very long ago, I began an experiment.

I shut up.

It was practically impossible, and I’m not even kidding.

Weak excuse #437 – I was silenced a lot when I was a child.  Never given a chance a speak up.  As I grew into adulthood, I found my voice.  And it seems I haven’t shut up since.

In this world that is constantly spinning and churning with frenetic activity all the time, and all our electronic devices that keep us plugged in to every nuance that the powers that be want us to see, we rarely have time for actual silence these days.  When I started the SHUT UP experiment, I was surprised by how many times I had to turn off the constant bombardment of distractions – either the ones happening in my head, or the ones assaulting me from every conceivable direction.

Despite the constant barrage of noise, there were a few times … elusive and rare, but just present enough that I was able to notice them … when the silence was the loudest voice in the room.  It gave me a whole new appreciation for listening.  It’s my new favorite activity.

It’s kind of amazing what sort of things you discover when you finally SHUT UP.  Whispers of music, dancing quietly in the air.  People reveal words that are actually true, and have depth and meaning.  It’s been a very interesting way to rediscover the world.  Old dog.  New trick.

And not surprisingly, people are still telling me their secrets, but this time around, it’s less out of a desperate need to be heard, and more like a gift wrapped in a diaphanous integument, just waiting to be unwrapped, one layer at a time.  I’ve been showered with unbelievable riches, one conversation at a time.

I can only be appreciative that I managed to uncover this particular gift while I still had enough time left on this earth to truly explore the gift of listening.  It has changed how I communicate with everyone in my life – whether in casual conversation, or in blogging, and especially how I speak to my family, including my sweet puppies, who I found out have quite a lot to say themselves.  It’s been a fun way to learn something new, by doing nothing more than practicing the art of silence.

I’ve never been too keen on New Year’s resolutions.  But if you’re keeping count, this would be the second item on the list.  First, I am practicing a generous dispersal of kindness, and am always keeping my eyes open for opportunities to do so even more and more each day, and secondly, I am practicing the art of silence, and in doing so, have actually, finally, become a good listener.  Sort of.  Hey, even the impossible takes practice.


DisturbedThe Sound of Silence



The Gift of Time

2016 happy new yearAs we step forward into the New Year, my wish is that we will remember to take a moment to appreciate that each new day is an opportunity.  We can share a kindness with someone, or lift up someone’s spirits, or give someone a warm embrace when they are in need of solace.  Just as all of you have encouraged me so many times in the past, my intention for the New Year is to make a determined effort to mark each day with an act of kindness, and in doing so, fill up the world around me with a bit more positive energy and lightness and cheer.  Thank you for all the many ways you have added texture and dimension to my blogging journey, and to my everyday existence.  There are days I am overwhelmed by the sheer abundance of the gifts of friendship that each of you have shared with me.

Happy New Year … and may 2016 bring you endless opportunities.

Jennifer Nettles – Hello Again

(Kennedy Center Honors – 2011)

2016 happy new year fireworks



Melodious Musings

night soundsIt was just before midnight, and the air was heavy with the memory of a muggy dampness that had lingered for several days.  Not quite sticky, but pregnant with moisture, just the same.  The type of weather that just begs for a bit of a breeze; something to stir up the senses and offer a bit of relief.

The moon was quite bright, hanging in the sky, offering up a small bit of cheer.  My mind was restless and troubled – so much suffering in the world – and yet my own little corner of the universe was actually quite peaceful and quiet at the moment.  An unbalanced dichotomy.

Just as I intentionally nudged my brain in the direction of focusing on that which I could be thankful for, a tiny breeze swished through, stirring the languid air into motion.  It tickled the wind chimes hanging from the eaves of the patio, filling the still and murky air with a sound reminiscent of lightness and cheer.

Like a person desperate for a cool drink of water, I tilted my head to better hear the tinkling of the glass against metal, and allowed myself to get lost in the music, even if only for a few moments.  With each jingle and jangle of the metallic bits tickling gently against the fragile glass, the music carried me away.  Time disappeared, my mind relaxing just enough to let go of the sorrows of the world.

I will miss it.

The day will come when my time on this earth will end, and as strange as it might seem, I think that perhaps the sound of wind chimes carrying the music of the wind is one of those things that has become the most precious to me.  I was filled up with gratitude in that moment, and did my best to empty my mind of every troubling thought.  For a few moments in time, one damp and muggy night very near midnight, I was quite content to simply allow the music to carry me away.

 Thanks, as always for stopping by for a visit.



Rainy Days

rainy day plantsRecently I crossed a hurdle that is usually difficult for me to navigate.  I can be ridiculously stubborn about spending money for something that is intended for no other purpose than to bring a bit of pleasure and happiness into my life.  I tend to go with “practical” and “budget conscious” about 99% of the time, so for me to actually let go of a few shekels for the sole purpose of creating a little spot of color to enjoy while rocking in the chair on the back patio … well, let’s just say I surprised myself.

Last week I spontaneously (after deliberating for about a year) purchased some lovely little plants that will soon be living in the garden pots on my back patio.  Can you be spontaneous when you’ve mulled it over for more than a year?  Well, in any case, I just all of the sudden said YES to something, and to be honest, it felt pretty good.  Made me smile, even.

The plan was to spend part of the day today creating my little mini garden oasis, but wouldn’t you know that Mother Nature had her own ideas?  We’ve been getting drenched in rain today, (in Texas, where rain is a word that is hardly even recognized), so my little gardening adventure will have to wait a few days.  But that doesn’t mean I can’t still enjoy the beautiful little bits of color that are sitting in my garden wagon, all happily soaking up some extra rain drops.

Thought I would share the “mini garden in progress” photos with you folks, so you could enjoy it, too.  I suppose you could call this the “before” photo.  Will try to remember to post an “after” photo once they all are living in their little pots on the back patio.  Either way, I’m rather pleased with myself that I allowed such an indulgence.  I could have argued ten different ways why it didn’t make sense, (wrong time of year, too much money for something that isn’t practical, and so on), but instead, I just said YES instead of NO, and jumped right over the hurdle of my indecision.  It kind of makes you feel empowered somehow, when you surprise yourself.  Truly an enjoyable experience.

I know I’ve been very quiet and absent for a while, but I’m hopeful that you might start hearing from me on a more regular basis.  Circumstances have changed a bit in my life, and I’ve been hit with a huge wave of creative energy, which is something that has been missing for a while.  There’s just no telling what might come next.  It’s sort of fun to know you have something bubbling inside that is waiting for a way to be expressed, so I’m a bit of a curious bystander in the process, in that I really have no clue what might happen next.  The one thing I know for sure is that my creative spirit has been reawakened, and for that, I’m very grateful.  Even the smallest of creative endeavors has value.

Whether you point your camera, or mince and chop in the kitchen, or get some garden soil under your nails, or pick up a paintbrush, or sit down at the keyboard – whatever it is that allows your creative spirit to find room to breathe – I hope you’ll find a pocket of time to indulge yourself.  It’s been a long while since I felt that satisfaction of indulging my creative side.  Long overdue.  We forget sometimes that creativity and expression, in whatever form it takes, is really and truly essential to our ability to cope with all the other things in our lives.  I hope you will let your creative spirit out to play.  We all need a little more color in our lives.

Until the next time, hope you guys are enjoying your weekend.  Will be back around again before too long.  As always, thanks for stopping by for a visit.



Late Night Alumni – Rainy Days (with saxophone solo)



Fun fact:  the song above is based on the following poem:

The Rainy Day (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.



Even on this rainy day,

I sense the sun behind the clouds.

sunshine rain

Spoon Deficit

please brush meLet’s pretend that your list looks something like this, but you can only do five things on the list.  Which five do you choose?  Which ones are a priority?  Which ones are a “want” versus a “need”, and should that make a difference when choosing your five things?

Today, on my one day to squeeze an entire week’s worth of chores into one day, I’m already halfway through the day, and guess what?  I’m already out of spoons.  Not trying to be funny, (but amusing myself nonetheless), I find it ironic that two weeks ago, which was the last time I was at the grocery store, I actually bought a box of plastic spoons.  No puns intended, or anything.  I prefer to use plastic spoons when eating my yogurt, and all my plastic spoons have either broken or disappeared, so I was short on spoons.

Which sort of sums up where I’m at these days.  Short on spoons.

So here’s my list for today:

  1. Bathe both the dogs
  2. Clean both dog’s ears
  3. Sweep / vacuum the floors
  4. Clean the kitchen
  5. Clear out the clutter in dining room
  6. Mop all the floors
  7. Re-pot the avocado plant
  8. Trim the vines off the little tree
  9. Spray for weeds next to the garage
  10. Spray for weeds around front sidewalk
  11. Trim the dog’s toenails (a three day job)
  12. Clean both the bathrooms
  13. Do at least three loads of laundry
  14. Go to the grocery store
  15. Make a week’s worth of meals.
  16. Launder and put fresh sheets on the bed
  17. Repair the rip on the big dog’s bed
  18. Hem the three dresses that are too long
  19. Install the new mailbox (kids destroyed the old one)
  20. Shampoo the carpet in the dog’s bedroom
  21. Brush the dog, brush the dog, brush the dog
  22. Sweep all leaves and dog hair out of the garage
  23. Pull down all the cobwebs in the garage
  24. Spray for wasps around exterior of house
  25. Spray for bugs and spiders inside the house
  26. Paint the flower pot for the avocado plant
  27. Draw or paint or color, just for fun
  28. Write something on your blog
  29. Catch up on visiting other blogs
  30. Fix the issues with your computer
  31. Fix the issues with your cell phone
  32. Fix the issues with your printer
  33. Go the bank and make a deposit
  34. Pay the monthly bills (a week late)
  35. Sew the new cover for the dog bed
  36. Launder the old covers for the dog’s beds
  37. Vacuum the spilled dirt out of the car
  38. Put dog’s blanket in the backseat again
  39. Write a letter to my sister
  40. Catch up on some sleep
  41. Take a hot shower / shampoo hair
  42. Sweep the front porch / clear off cobwebs
  43. Launder the dog’s stuffed toys
  44. Go get some new feather pillows
  45. Brush the dog, brush the dog, brush the dog

So, you’ve seen the list.  Which five do you choose?

If I had a magic wand, I’d love to check every item off the list today.  Sadly, my magic wand never materialized, leaving me with “the short end of the stick” instead of a magic wand.  Yes, I’m trying to be funny.  When you’re feeling rushed and overwhelmed and really tired, the best thing you can do is try to find something amusing about the situation.  By now, you’ve already guessed at least one item that I checked off the list, (you guys are SO smart!), but can you guess the other four?  No?  Me neither.  Check back with me later.  I have just about enough juice left for one or two more items to come off that list, so I better step away now before I remember how tired I really am, and I opt for # 40 on the list.  No time for that today.  And, yes, in case you noticed that # 21 appears twice on the list (see # 45), there’s a reason for that.  Even if I did it twice a day, it still wouldn’t be enough.

P.S.  I’ll give you one clue as to what other four items I’ll be checking off the list today.  See the photo at the top of this post.  He’s always a priority.

That’s all for now, folks.  I’ll be back again when I can.  Until then, hope you have a great week.  And lots and lots of spoons.  An over-abundance of spoons.


SpoonInside Out

(Austin City Limits Live – Jan 2015)



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