It’s probable that Michael was being sarcastic and it’s probable that I will continue to seek out Michael when I’m catastrophizing because it’s probable he will say something helpful.
It’s probable that I will continue to blog daily because that helps me, too.
It’s probable that I will snap photos and share them with you.
It’s probable that Michael is going to make something delicious for dinner, like those burritos.
I don’t know how probable it is that we’ll get a dog some day because of, you know, the cats.
It’s probable that comedian Pete Holmes is visiting Lexington High School in that scene from his excellent show Crashing (even though I initially thought it was probable that was my son’s high school, instead).
It seems probable, to me, that unless we human beings drastically change our behaviors, the future might look like the movie WALL-E.
It’s probable that my day at work today will be different from WALL-E’s.
It’s probable that some of my readers will comment and it’s more than probable that I’ll express gratitude to all who helped me create this “probable” post and — of course! — to YOU.
In the midst of all the action in yesterday’s petty post, there was this invitation to take time to reflect:
You may not have noticed that good advice from this good book:
because I was guilty of reflecting it on its side, like this:
I didn’t take time to reflect those two page in their correct orientation yesterday, because there was so much petty information I wanted to share.
Like Wilma, I believe it is important to take time to reflect, even in the midst of emergencies and adventures. Today, I have a day off from work because of Presidents Day, so I can take time to reflect. My boyfriend Michael, who definitely takes time to reflect, asked me to reflect on who were my most favorite and least favorite U.S. Presidents.
If you take time to reflect, how would you answer Michael’s question?
I’m going to take time to share something else Michael reflected: “These days everything seems sinister to me.” I took time to reflect Michael’s feelings and then to ask him if I seemed sinister to him. When he said no, I took time to reflect that I AM sinister, because “sinister” means “left-handed” in Latin.
Do you fancy an explanation of that phrase, from italki.com?
Best Answer – Chosen by Voting
Imagine meeting you here. In this context, fancy means to form a mental image of something (in your sentence, the something is meeting you here). The phrase “Fancy meeting you here” usually means that the speaker is surprised by the fact that you are here, it was an unexpected occurence.
Fancy that best answer including a misspelling of “occurrence” since that’s a word I can never remember how to spell (and I just had to look it up using my fancy laptop).
Fancy our meeting all these things yesterday during our weekly shopping trip to the supermarket:
Fancy meeting a robot at a supermarket! That fancy spill-seeking robot, named Marty, roamed up and down the aisles, sometimes got stuck, and was hunted by that little girl and by me. Do you fancy meeting Marty?
Some of the workers at that supermarket did not fancy that fancy robot. Fancy that!
Fancy seeing more of my fancy fotos from yesterday?
Fancy the New England Patriots winning another Super Bowl!
I fancy meeting you in a comment, below.
As always, I end with fancy thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you, for meeting me here.
What’s not inside this post is the second ending to that song, which I wrote in response to what my son, Aaron, was thinking about those lyrics.
What is inside this post, as usual, are my recent and previously unshared photos.
What’s not inside that photo montage is a picture of my son’s keyboard, which I plan to put inside my car on Friday and bring with me to the Open Mic.
What’s not inside YouTube are videos about what’s not inside things. Instead, searching on “What’s not Inside” at YouTube yields videos about what IS inside all the following:
I know some people have fun fun fun in the snow, but I’m not one one one of them.
Yesterday, I had fun fun fun taking these fun fotos for my fun readers.
Here are some of my fun fun fun thoughts, now now now:
I recently wrote a fun fun fun post titled “Hello Beautiful,” It was fun fun fun, yesterday, to see a different card with that beautiful greeting.
I wish the opposite-of-fun-fun-fun government shutdown would end end end, soon soon soon. It’s no fun when good governments go bad (like those pugs in that calendar).
My fun fun fun and funny funny funny boyfriend doesn’t like the word “fun.” He prefers to use the word “engaged.” That’s why I had so much fun taking this particular fun foto yesterday:
I love the word fun, use it all the time, and plan on having fun fun fun as long as my heart heart heart keeps beating beating beating.
Instead of just having fun fun fun on Groundhog Day in two weeks, this year for my birthday I’m doing a fun fun fund-raiser for Everytown for Gun Safety on fun Facebook, because guns guns guns without safety are no fun fun fun.
I just read this fun article on how some Patriots fan fan fans don’t have so much fun fun fun on Game Day because their friends friends friends think they’re jinxed.
Who is it that will be disappointed if people don’t laugh at the improv section of “It’s Not Me” Friday night? And who is it that learned how to balance a salt shaker on its side at college?
Who is it that’s sharing this music, here and now?
Who is it that’s expressing thanks to all who helped me create this post (including my son Aaron and The Who) and to you — Whoo hoo! — who’s reading it?
Today, my answer to my own question — “what’s the worst thing that anybody ever called you” — is “Incapable.”
I am capable of admitting that I AM incapable in many areas, including
getting enough sleep,
knowing things before I have a chance to learn them,
having a poker face,
cooking as well as my boyfriend Michael,
keeping my desk neat and organized,
wrapping presents beautifully,
understanding how dogs think,
ignoring cats,
giving up hope for humanity, and
stopping my busy mind,
but I still think that “incapable” is the worst thing anybody has ever called me.
Three and a half years ago, when I wrote Day 867: Difficult — which had a list of every unkind label people had called me that I was capable of remembering up to that point — I was incapable of including “incapable” on that list. However, now that somebody HAS called me “incapable,” I am more capable of realizing that I have harshly and unfairly labeled myself “incapable” whenever I’ve made mistakes.
Also, even though nobody called me “incapable” until recently, I got the message I was incapable when I entered 7th grade of a public Junior High School. The administrators there decided that, because of my heart condition, I was incapable of keeping up with the smartest kids in the class. I eventually proved that I was not as incapable as they thought, when I became class Valedictorian senior year.
As I’m writing about “incapable,” here and now, I am capable of letting go of that unhelpful label. Instead, I am focusing on the ways I am capable, which include the capability to take pictures and share them here.
I am not incapable of telling stories in rhyme, including this one:
I am not incapable of expressing my gratitude to all who helped me create this “Incapable” post and — of course! — YOU, for being capable of reading it.
If, like me, you often wake up in the middle of the night and have trouble getting back to sleep, try this before you go to bed:
Identify what might preoccupy your mind if you did wake up in the middle of the night (like challenging relationships, unfinished business, politics, heath issues, the holidays, ghosts of the past, the news, an upcoming event, money, food, your inadequacies, ugliness, global warming, animals, conspiracy theories, etc.).
Write down one achievable action for each one.
If you can’t identify an achievable action, acknowledge that the situation is beyond your control.
Go to sleep.
When you wake up, remember that you’ve got plans that won’t work in the middle of the night, so there’s no need for your brain to engage.
If your awake-in-the-middle-of-the-night brain comes up another issue you didn’t anticipate, put it on the list of “Things to Do Tomorrow.”
Go back to sleep.
I hope none of my recent photos keep you up at night.
Here‘s something else you can try if you can’t get back to sleep at night:
You could also focus on gratitude. Sincerely, gratitude always helps.
