Yesterday, when I was not dead, I noticed this sign at a shopping mall surrounded by hundreds of not dead people:
If plaid were Mark Twain, it might have said that reports of its death had been greatly exaggerated (or, more accurately, that the report of its death was an exaggeration).
It’s good to know that plaid’s not dead, along with
- me,
- the other people at the mall,
- you, and
- hope.
Let’s see what’s not dead in my other photos from yesterday:
I mentioned in a recent not dead post that I’ve been playing Peggle on my phone, so that I can remain not dead and self-soothed during anxious times. I’ve been stuck on Level 105 for MANY not dead days. I always die on the second of three very difficult “battles” and have to start over again. Yesterday, while I was Peggling at the mall, I lived through the incredibly difficult Battle 2 of Level 105, much to my amazement. After I paused the game and then wondered if my dying phone had lost my progress, I said to my dear and not dead husband Michael, “If my phone lost this and I have to start this level over again, I’ll kill myself.”
And I stopped and thought, “WHAT did I just say? There’s no way I’d kill myself over Peggle!”
Even better, I realized, there’s no way I’d kill myself over anything.
When we got home, I told Michael I was going to try to complete Level 105 and if I failed and died, “You’ll hear an unearthly moan of pain.” However, when I did die almost immediately in the much easier third battle, I neither moaned nor cared. I was happy to restart Level 105 with a new life.
As I said to Michael, “Now that I know that it’s possible, I’m fine.”
Then Michael and I danced to this not dead song (living here on YouTube):
Edwyn Collins, as of this writing, is not dead, although he is struggling to stay alive, according to the YouTube comments.
Now it’s time for my undying gratitude to all who help me create these not dead posts, including YOU!
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 