So on a typical Monday here in the suburbs:
- Lily (12) starts seeing a therapist and texts me, “My therapist said I shouldn’t worry about finishing my homework tonight.”
- Charlotte (10) is caught moping over the kitchen island drawing another picture like this:
- I learn I have a different client at work for reasons no one can really talk about (and I don’t want to either).
- A ~$6M error is discovered on one of the KPI’s (key performance indicators) for a report I’m distributing (one version of 11, but order of magnitude is ~$12B so root cause isn’t material).
- I offer to get a smoothie for Lily at the Whole Foods on my way home and spend about $72 on:
- Smoothie for Lily and Charlotte ($1.99 ea., on sale)
- A bottle of Pfriem IPA
- A .500 mL flask of Norwegian Cod Liver Oil ($55)
- Small talk with the cashier: “I used to think that’s about the cost of a good bottle of Scotch but had to think about what I’m really putting into my body and it’s worth it” (right)
- Charlotte, sulking over the fact that Lily’s gone to nana’s for dinner, can only be roused by the act of going out to Happy Hour at the sushi place, where we bump into the same, despondent family of friends we saw last time, and makes me wonder do they really go there a lot or is it just us?
- Dawn interrupts my driving with text photos of the food she’s confronted with on a business dinner and can’t eat because it’s got either dairy, grains, legumes, flour, sugar, wheat, gluten, or something in it not meat/vegetable/fruit or nuts, basically.
- Charlotte takes a bath for the first time on her own volition.
- Something outside smells sweet, like spring, and I point out the small buds to Charlotte on the Magnolia tree, at the neighbor’s, and she yanks on a branch to tear one out.
- The 3-week-old battery on the Volvo is starting to hesitate because the mechanic told me the alternator is about to go, and that will fry a new battery in like, 3-4 weeks.
Earlier this week, in the midst of not having anything to write about, I wrote:
When all that fascination falls away, the world just looks like a replica of itself, plastic and small.
#1 … the more I hear about therapists, the more I consider them to be a blot on the butt of humanity.
Sounds like a tough Monday for you. My sympathies. I had my own barrel of crap at work today. I came this close [] to just chucking it all and having a breakdown. Beer at the end of the day saved me.
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Aw thanks but not really, kind of get de-sensitized to these things. I’m sorry for you though! Glad the beer saved you. Sounds like a catcher’s mitt, well worn-in and never misses. Fits like a glove.
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NO boredom thus, right?!
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Right Robert, “in the midst of life we are in debt, et cetera….”
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That is several Mondays stuffed into one
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Ha, true that! Happy Tuesday, now.
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You are drowning in the Estrogen Sea. Much like myself. Surrounded by women. How do we navigate this cyclone? Where’s the manual on how to fly this thing?
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Drowning, and my testosterone life line levels are failing fast.
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You ain’t seen nothin’. Wait ’til you get to be my age. I won’t spoil the surprises.
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Charlotte’s drawing is going to haunt me, man. That is one power-grrrl. Kind of a manga feel too.
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I know, I have more of course.
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You paid how much for Norwegian Cod Liver Oil?!!! I think you need a holiday.
Your friend
‘Blot on the Butt of Humanity’ 😉
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Ha, I get the irony in your comment Dean…very funny.! Good to laugh.
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on the outside looking in, or watching from within?
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Ah, funny not sure I can separate the two! Hard to quantify but it’s a start.
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5C. Given a choice between Scotch and Cod Liver Oil I think I’d take Scotch, and I don’t even like whiskey. 7. With all those dietary restrictions doing a restaurant or planning a dinner must be a major league bitch. My wife has gluten issues, just that’s tough enough.
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I know, tough decision: cod liver oil, Scotch. Funny, life. Bad decisions everywhere. I make a million every day.
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Who needs a therapist when you have a blog?
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And it’s free!
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1. So not everything is fixed by Sushi? Man, I’m disappointed.
2. The drawing scared the willies out of me too.
3.Today the boy had a haircut and came back grumpy with a grumpy mother. So glad to be bald.
4. I’d forgotten Eno called one of his manipulated Discreets ‘Brutal Ardour’. Great title for this.
5. Realised I’m quite proud of being a blot on the butt of humanity. Inkblots are, however, passé.
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Hah hahhahaahaahha so much to laugh in that.
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6. Some of us have blogs (plural) and therapists. Sigh.
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Ha, that’s good. Thanks for being first to line that post and the note on Lou Reed, how cool is that. Falling asleep to a strange place with Durutti column, always the same. TTFN
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Sleep well.
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Thanks. You’ve made me feel not quite so bad about my credit card bill.
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Ha, whatever it takes! Good to hear, thanks for telling me so. Bill
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