Posts Tagged With: November 2019

Day 2537: Everything you’re handed

Everything you’re handed includes today’s blog and this image I captured with my hand  yesterday:

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Ready to be handed my thoughts about that?

  • Eeek!  A talking napkin!
  • I appreciate statements that start with “Please.”
  • I try to compost when I can and feel guilty when I don’t.
  • Unless somebody hands me a napkin, I often forget to get one.
  • Something I have in common with my teacher, friend, and  comedian’s comedian Ron Lynch is that napkins don’t like to stay in our laps.  During a restaurant meal, I often have to reach down with my hand and retrieve an escaped or escaping napkin.
  • You have to hand it to me: I’m a creative name-dropper (and napkin-dropper).

My hands have now rewritten the title to this post several times …

Day 2537: Everything we hand you

Day 2537: Everything I hand you

Day 2537: Everything I’m handed

Day 2537: Compostable

Day 2537: Hand outs

Day 2537: Everything

… before returning to my original title.  As my fiancé Michael says,  “First guess, best guess.”

Now you’re going to be handed more images my hand, heart, and mind have chosen.

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Sometimes, everything you’re handed can feel like too much. Please keep these thoughts at hand when you’re overwhelmed:

  • Shame and self-judgment don’t help.
  • This too shall pass.
  • You are not alone.

Here‘s Marc Cohn with “The Things We’ve Handed Down.”

Now it’s time to hand you my gratitude for all who help me create these posts with my own two hands, every day.

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Day 2536: It’s My Least Favorite Time of the Year

It’s My Least Favorite Time of the Year

(to the tune of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”)

 

It’s my least favorite time of the year.

The events I remember

in the month of November put a dent in my cheer.

It’s my least favorite time of the year.

 

It’s those dark, time-changey days of the fall

When my sleep is disrupted,

Politicians corrupted can make my skin crawl.

It’s my least favorite time of them all.

 

People’s moods will be changing

There’s the stress of arranging

Parties that need lots of work.

There’ll be cooking and baking

And the need to be faking

A smile when encountering a jerk.

 

It’s my least favorite time of the year.

I know I’ll get through it

I’ve been able to do it without drinking beer,

Through my least favorite time of the year.

© Ann Koplow, 2019

Thanks to all who help me go new places with hope every day I’m given, including YOU!

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