Full disclosure: I am not a trained therapist, marriage counselor, grief counselor or anything of the sort, but I can speak from the experience of my own divorce, and I have a pretty good ear so I can also throw in a few lessons I’ve learned from other friends as well.
If she wants to be loved, she hops up on my lap and snuggles up with me. When she wants me to give her lovings, she just puts her head under my hand.
As our democracy falls to traitors invading the capital, an action that no doubt would have been met with violence and a military response if the insurrectionists were minorities, perhaps I should write on today’s events. But I’m so worked up that perhaps that is not a great idea. Instead, I think I want to talk about a few lessons on Zen that I have picked up from observing Star, my newest family member and overweight feline extraordinaire.
Apparently, in the movie industry, a “cute meet” is where two characters destined for a romantic future in the script meet for the first time in a cute, charming, unexpected way.
While the physical weight we lift is often shockingly large, there are less obvious weights that we also carry.
As I type this, I am sitting in my office, between an old Windows XP system to my right, and a Linux to the right, as I type on a Lenovo. Sure, go ahead and laugh, but the office desk I assembled myself yesterday (along with my bed frame), and the two ancient systems that I use for research I put together today, and they actually work.
My hypothesis is that, since Christmas starts pretty much around October before Halloween, that means that people celebrate Christmas for three months, the length of a season, or fully one quarter of the year, and in some cases longer. Christmas decorations, advertisements and gifts are out for three months. Suddenly, one day, one glorious celebration and it’s all over.
I think I want to write about family which, for my regular readers, might seem odd. But the reality is that I am with my family today, even though I am alone.
it’s Christmas Eve. The Christmas season is supposed to be a season of family, of miracles, of happiness, but for me it’s a somber time to reflect.
Yes, by “manscaping” I mean what you think I mean.