two bright sides
Because I want to remember these things.
1. Today Lisa created Hallowe'en candy hunts for all of us in the house. I found my clue when I hauled myself out of bed at damn-it's-late o'clock, it was a little slip of paper with a tall pointy hat doodled on it. "Happy Halloween!" it read. Inside she'd written the clue: "In the depths of this place, where things are dried, lives a lantern treat for you it cannot be denied." So I tottered down to the basement and peered into the laundry room. Nothing. Then I searched the back room where we line-dry clothes - if any room in our house is going to be ascribed the word "depths," it's that one. And lo, there was an orange baggie with a jack o' lantern on it filled with candy. It made me grin.
2. Last week on that stupidly hard day, we were all in the downtown office, and Peter asked how I was doing. "Not good," I said. He paused, and then said, "Would it help if I pushed you around in that chair?" He pointed to a swivel chair by the table in the kitchen/break room. "Yes," I said. So he did, and I laughed, and for about sixty seconds everything was pretty great.
Everything's not lost, even when my jerk brain tries to tell me that it is.
1. Today Lisa created Hallowe'en candy hunts for all of us in the house. I found my clue when I hauled myself out of bed at damn-it's-late o'clock, it was a little slip of paper with a tall pointy hat doodled on it. "Happy Halloween!" it read. Inside she'd written the clue: "In the depths of this place, where things are dried, lives a lantern treat for you it cannot be denied." So I tottered down to the basement and peered into the laundry room. Nothing. Then I searched the back room where we line-dry clothes - if any room in our house is going to be ascribed the word "depths," it's that one. And lo, there was an orange baggie with a jack o' lantern on it filled with candy. It made me grin.
2. Last week on that stupidly hard day, we were all in the downtown office, and Peter asked how I was doing. "Not good," I said. He paused, and then said, "Would it help if I pushed you around in that chair?" He pointed to a swivel chair by the table in the kitchen/break room. "Yes," I said. So he did, and I laughed, and for about sixty seconds everything was pretty great.
Everything's not lost, even when my jerk brain tries to tell me that it is.