“Interesting title today,” said Thalia. “I stole it from The Midnight Library. Labyrinth was the name of a band in the novel,” Tal replied. “The hose-strewn aisles of the greenhouses Donna and Typist explored yesterday could be considered a labyrinth?”
Just this morning, a friend offered to help me weed while I recover from knee surgery. My first thoughts: I can't accept. It's too generous. How will I repay her kindness? But in the end, I did agree to letting her do a TINY bit of weeding when she comes over. That's growth! And I love the question “What might help you see the work differently?” I am always overwhelmed with yard work, so I'm going to try asking myself that, especially now that the yard is a jungle. I hope you had good news this afternoon, Gail!
The stuff home runs are made of: eye on the ball (looking for the best life has to offer), a powerful swing (living our best life), and over the scoreboard! (Feeling worthy of, and asking for, help. Just one example.)
Labyrinthine or otherwise, wordist (typing is secondary to the words), demonstrates her conductor’s skills in having the orchestra at perfect pitch and tempo! Cue cheering section.
It’s bold enough to recognize when the help of others may be of benefit. Bolder still to ask. And observing a mischievous twinkle in Donna’s eyes strikes me as you having made a wise choice. I liked how Tal took the bait and ran with it. (I might have her confused with the kid?)
Last, a rhetorical question: without the challenges of dispatching C, what if we already have the choice to make audacious requests?
Praying for good news. I forgot you have treatment scheduled for today. I got thrown off track because today we start on the doctor rounds SS requires before they award disability. Today my daughter has to get her hearing checked. Next thursday is a mental exam and that one really has her riled. She had an uncle who actually wore tin foil to keep the government's rays from finding him. He was in an out of the mental hospital all the time. She's afraid SS is going to put her in a one. I won't allow that to happen.
I have been telling her that they require everybody to go through these appointments. They may ssy she doesn't qualify and if they do we will be okay. I know there are some folks trying to get disability who are trying to cheat the system and they hurt everybody but we will follow the rules. I just wanted to let you know that on the way home from the doctor appointment we stopped at Whole Foods. They had RHUBARB!!! I grabbed a produce bag and loaded it up. Then I got a couple boxes of strawberries. We were floating on a cloud. Going to try and find some keto recipes for them.
Just this morning, a friend offered to help me weed while I recover from knee surgery. My first thoughts: I can't accept. It's too generous. How will I repay her kindness? But in the end, I did agree to letting her do a TINY bit of weeding when she comes over. That's growth! And I love the question “What might help you see the work differently?” I am always overwhelmed with yard work, so I'm going to try asking myself that, especially now that the yard is a jungle. I hope you had good news this afternoon, Gail!
The stuff home runs are made of: eye on the ball (looking for the best life has to offer), a powerful swing (living our best life), and over the scoreboard! (Feeling worthy of, and asking for, help. Just one example.)
Labyrinthine or otherwise, wordist (typing is secondary to the words), demonstrates her conductor’s skills in having the orchestra at perfect pitch and tempo! Cue cheering section.
It’s bold enough to recognize when the help of others may be of benefit. Bolder still to ask. And observing a mischievous twinkle in Donna’s eyes strikes me as you having made a wise choice. I liked how Tal took the bait and ran with it. (I might have her confused with the kid?)
Last, a rhetorical question: without the challenges of dispatching C, what if we already have the choice to make audacious requests?
Good luck today and always. CURE!
Praying for good news. I forgot you have treatment scheduled for today. I got thrown off track because today we start on the doctor rounds SS requires before they award disability. Today my daughter has to get her hearing checked. Next thursday is a mental exam and that one really has her riled. She had an uncle who actually wore tin foil to keep the government's rays from finding him. He was in an out of the mental hospital all the time. She's afraid SS is going to put her in a one. I won't allow that to happen.
I have been telling her that they require everybody to go through these appointments. They may ssy she doesn't qualify and if they do we will be okay. I know there are some folks trying to get disability who are trying to cheat the system and they hurt everybody but we will follow the rules. I just wanted to let you know that on the way home from the doctor appointment we stopped at Whole Foods. They had RHUBARB!!! I grabbed a produce bag and loaded it up. Then I got a couple boxes of strawberries. We were floating on a cloud. Going to try and find some keto recipes for them.
All Art is theft! Yay!
Even though the creativity of making flower beds beautiful again takes a toll on my back, I love gardening.
T-shirt: “PROCRASTIREADING: the art of reading instead of doing whatever else it is you should be doing” 😁