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Good Sunday: I have become a Funny Card Person

For some reason, I have suddenly wanted to send cards to people, possibly because I’m finding some that actually make me want to send them, mostly to Mollie and Krissie and Pat and Cathy, you know the kind of person who would think they were funny and not look down their noses at my low sense of humor.  Like this one from Ink & Attitude:

 

 

 

I really love that switching of expectation, the reversal of it all.  There are a lot of good ones out there, and usually they can be found from several different sellers since evidently card people plagiarize like mad.  I saw several of these:

 

Not only was it true about my life, I think I’m going to start using that photo as my headshot on Facebook.  It’s so ME.

Actually, I just like the snark.  Snark is a good thing.

What was something good in your life this week?

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    1. My biggest happy this week happened yesterday when my friend Linda called me. Since she didn’t know that my brother had died and I am pretty sure didn’t know that I had just had a birthday, I’m not sure what prompted the call, but it certainly came when I needed it most. We are tentatively planning to get together for our annual walk, eat and drink day in September which thanks to the pandemic and then some health emergencies on her part, we haven’t done regularly in years. She just became eligible for Medicare and has been having some of the same problems I’ve been having with robocalls for different plans. However, since she works for a charitable foundation, they got someone from Medicare to come into their office and do a presentation for her. Too bad I don’t work for an organization that gives away millions of dollars every year. I might get some clarity, too.

      When I saw the subject of today’s post, I thought that this was made for me because sitting right next to my computer is a 7 inch thick bag of blank cards waiting for me to write on them and mail them to friends and family. Since the advent of ecards, a lot of my favorite card lines have gone out of business and I no longer have the really snarky ones to use. But here is a reward for anyone who came back to check for late posts.
      1) a picture of 3 dolls that says, “It’s about time we voted for senators with been voting breasts. We’ve been voting for boobs long enough.”
      2) “Don’t give up on your dreams. Go back to bed.”
      3) As I fold my third load of laundry I contemplate becoming a nudist. Then I remember what I look like naked and keep on folding.
      4) I don’t mean to show off but I finished my 14-day diet in 3 hours & 10 minutes.
      5) Do not meddle in the affairs of cats for they are subtle and will piss on your computer.
      6) Two guys are sitting across from each from each other in a job interview.
      “Why do you want this job?” “I’ve always been passionate about not starving to death.”
      7)You hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called “Breast Eggplants”.
      8) A WISE WOMAN ONCE SAID “FUCK THIS SHIT”.
      AND SHE LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
      9) If cats could text back, they wouldn’t.
      10) Women share a special bond because there are certain things that men can never understand. Life, for example.
      11) You don’t have to tell me how old you are……your wardrobe gives it away.
      12) On the internet you can be anything you want. It’s strange that so many people choose to be stupid.

      This was obviously meant to be a reply to Jenny, but I am obviously having brain and computer problems.

      1. Aunt Snack, you just had a BIRTHDAY???

        Happy birthday belatedly!!

        Sending all sorts of comforting hugs and an imaginary birthday cake all the way from Munich <3

        1. Thank you. It was on the 8th and I had planned on making a big fuss about it on Happiness Sunday, but first Jenny posted about something else and then I went out and with my sister for dinner and improv. But I am thinking I may have to bake something as a belated celebration and distribute it to my friends in retail. I enjoyed the night out, but I guess I still need cake. Maybe I will hit my cookbooks tomorrow for some inspiration.

      2. Well, I made a huge typo on #7. “It’s called ‘Everybody’ & they meet at the bar.”
        Mark Birt

        The Breast Eggplants was the title of a picture of 2 purple globe eggplants rising out of a strapless plum colored evening gown.

      3. I don’t suppose your friend took good notes from the presentation?

        Have you seen the Medicare ep on John Oliver’s “Last Week Tonight”? He always manages to make the most depressing topics funny, which I appreciate.

        1. I didn’t ask. She bitched a little about what her premiums were, but we didn’t go into any details. Since we live in different states, the details wouldn’t be the same.

        2. I am a huge fan of John Oliver’s show and I’m sure I watched the Medicare episode as soon as it was available on YouTube. But even though it was presented with humor, I still found it depressing.

  2. I spent more time in my gardens. Love watching more and more flowers emerge – this week a tub full of sky-blue miniature iris and more and more primroses & polyanthus. There are buds and shoots everywhere.

    1. Oh, JaneB — I ENVY you so much!! I’ve spent the past two years doing soil improvements in my garden. This spring has been empty of flowers, which is very very sad. So I am CERTAIN AS HELL GOING TO PLANT FLOWERS THIS YEAR!!!

  3. You know what are good – those miniature dark chocolate Cadbury eggs. They are somewhat hard to find, but definitely worth it.

    1. Didn’t I see somewhere that some brand of miniature chocolate eggs was reducing its cocoa content? Possibly to the point where, at least in the EU, it has to be called merely chocolate-flavored.

  4. Please send me snarky cards. I love those things. Snark, I’m here for it.

    The first half of the week felt like spring, and I actually got to take a couple of walks outside, which was lovely. Of course, it’s upstate NY, so the second half of the week was freezing with snow blowing sideways, but the spring birds are starting to come back (although some of them look a little stunned, like they’re considering having a word with their travel agent). So I’m happy for signs of spring.

  5. This won’t fit in as happiness but…my mom died last weekend after a long period of poor health but it still came as a shock. I brought her ashes home yesterday. She lived in a long term care residence for the last ten years and had become irascible, demanding and sly. That wasn’t the mother I grew up with though. In my childhood she influenced my moral compass, telling me not to call the kids who bullied me names but to take the high road. My two brothers agreed that she was also the quirkiest mother of all our friends. She made model tanks, she wrapped our Christmas presents in weird ways so that we couldn’t guess what they were, her favourite movies were Psycho and Harold & Maude, and her favourite band was Queen. She jumped early onto the internet bandwagon with her own online business that she was passionate about. Living in long term care, she read mysteries voraciously on our shared Kindle app (and informed me my books were too smutty), listened to rock music at top volume, knit most of her clothes, plus ran a gray market cigarette business (the nurses called her ‘the rebel’). She told her grandchildren to call her Mia (no idea where she got that), and she always remembered their birthdays including my stepdaughter’s and sent gifts. It’s unimaginable that she is not in the world. I am unbearably sad, and so happy to have had her as a mom so that’s why this is my happiness post for the week.

    2. I am so sorry for your loss, Tammy. Thank you for telling us about your mom, she sounds like my kind of person. Quirky for the win! No wonder you miss her. Sending billions of big, supportive hugs!

      1. So sorry for Tammy’s loss. Her mother sounds like she really added special fun touches to the everyday.
        (But I think Quirky for the Win is my new motto!)

    4. Sorry to hear about your mother’s death. Thank you for sharing some of your memories of her.

    5. My sincere condolences.
      Sounds like we had similar Moms. I lost mine in 2024, and I still talk to her every day. Mom used to walk up to Harlem to get a decent cup of cafe con leche from her assisted living apartment on 108 and 5th ave nyc. All the stoop guys called at her ” hey, yo momma!” And she chatted amiably and shared her non filtered cigarettes with them and borrowed a more than a few.

      1. Oh! Mom loved to receive and send snarky cards! All the time. It might be an Ohio English teacher thing?!

    9. Tammy, thanks for sharing. I’m sad for you, but she sounds like a real original, and someone wonderful to know.

    11. You have and will have many wonderful memories not only the sad ones. I’m so sorry for your loss.

    12. Big hugs to you and your family, Tammy. I think the people we love stay with us forever. Like Margaret, I still talk to my dad even though he has been gone for 15 years now . It is a huge comfort to do it and while I do it, he is still there with me.

    13. So sorry she is gone Tammy, but happy for you that you had her as a Mom, and that you can find happiness in that 🤗

    14. Thank you for sharing, hearing about her is one of my happies this week. Take care of yourself through this difficult time.

    15. Sending pocket hugs and lots of love, Tammy. My parents are aging and I dread the day when I lose them. But also grateful to have had them this long, and hopefully much longer. My her memory be a blessing.

    16. I’m so sorry for your loss Tammy. It is great that you have so many happy memories to keep you warm and happy, though it is no consolation today. Sending hugs

    17. I’m so sorry. Thank you for sharing a little bit about her with us, so we can include her in our community.

    18. Hugs to you, Tammy, and thank you for telling us about your mom. From just what I see on Argh, I’d say you carry on her spirit.

    22. I acclaim your mother wonderful, quirky for the good. She would have definitely reigned over my childhood neighborhood of mothers. All condolences for your loss.

    23. I am so sorry for your loss. You were indeed lucky to have had such an inspiring mother. Be proud of the parts of her you carry inside yourself.

    26. I am so sorry for your loss. She sounds like she was a fantastic woman.

    28. What an amazing and beautiful tribute. I’m glad you remember who she was and not who she was at the very last because nobody wants to be remembered that way. I finally remembered my mom the way she was and I am so grateful. I wish you peace, and many blessings.

      1. I’m so sorry to hear that, Tammy. But it’s wonderful that you can remember her so well. She sounds incredible. Hugs to you.

  6. My happiness is that I am currently on a plane waiting to leave in a few minutes for a direct flight to Punta Cana for a week. Going to try my best to ignore the world during that time.

    4. I had to look up Punta Cana for a second time. Perhaps now I’ll remember where it is. Have a good time!

  7. I submitted my ms on time and at word count. I hope my new editor doesn’t get used to that. LOL! My publisher sent a gorgeous flower arrangement for my making the NYT bestseller list. And I’m making progress–slow but still progress–on the Swedish death cleaning. I think this will be marathon rather than a sprint. But still, a pretty good week.

    1. Carrie, I started the SDCbefore my son announced he was moving, and I should. too. Now I realize I have packed things I don’t really want to keep, but have no way to donate or get rid of them, not being able to drive. I guess I’ll do that in the new place. You go, girl!!

      1. Jan, I’m all for worrying about one thing at a time, and it sounds like all you have in mind are small things. However if any of those things you’ve belatedly decided you don’t want to keep would cost a lot to move, there are probably still charities in existence (although few and far between) that will pick up donations.

    2. The term “Swedish Death Cleaning” amuses me to no end because I am Swedish and I have literally never heard about it in Sweden. I wonder if it’s something like Belgian waffles not being called Belgian waffles in Belgium – we must call it something else? Even the concept is unfamiliar to me, while it seems to be brought to the rest of the world as a true Swedish phenomenon. I’ll go ask a bunch of Swedish people and see if they know what it is. Maybe the term is so recent that I don’t know about it because I’ve been living abroad for almost 13 years, BUT I seem to remember that it’s described as something that’s been done for generations? I first read about it on here a handful of years ago. 🙂
      Anyway, good luck with the Swedeacle (yay a new word), and congrats on the finishing of the ms and hitting the NYT Bestseller-list! Go you!

      1. Shass, it’s the title of a book that a lot of people have embraced, written by an older woman.

        1. Fascinating. I read the Swedish term, but except for stating exactly what it is, it’s not a concept I have ever heard of anybody actually doing in Sweden. I’ll still conduct some research to see if other people of my age-group are familiar with it as a thing in their families – it’s certainly never been a thing in mine.

  8. My happy is that I went to NYC to see my brother star in The Buena Vista Social Club. He plays Compay Segundo! I loved it! I loved the music, the dancing and the story! Very touching since Cuba is in such dire straights right now.

  9. My happy this week is that K2’s hockey team won gold in their division!
    I have also started swimming again despite the fact that the big pool is closed for 2 years for renovations; the small pool seems less crowded than the big one used to be, and I think fewer people come than used to.
    I have also started stair climbing again, and am finding that using my hiking poles help keep my arthritic knee a little quiet in its protest.

  10. I cleaned up and organized my craft space. Almost all my supplies are sorted into small bins/baskets by type. I still need to organize the contents of some of the containers but I know where various supplies are stored. I found a number of pieces of half finished cards which I incorporated into cards. While I like snarky cards, I love sending a friend or family member a card I’ve made just for them.

  11. My Good Thing today is that the pod is nearly full, and my upstairs is fairly clear of furniture. The basement is still a quagmire. My son is back from vacation and will lend his eyes to help me organize what’s left into stacks and piles.

    The movers were four hefty black men with various types of braids, who kept saying “Yes, ma’am” to me. Patriarchy continues to reign, I guess. They did a great job of stuffing all my stuff into the pod, but I think I’m going to need another, smaller one.

    My hip and leg are better, but we have “weather” coming in tonight which may change that. It’s balmy, right now, but we could have snow in the evening.

    The cleaning crew comes in tomorrow, and my realtor will come over, too. I fear she will not be pleased, as I think she is an “empty shells sell better” person. Too bad, honey. I still have to live here for at least a few more weeks.

    1. The “Empty shell sells better”-thing isn’t always true. When we moved, the realtor told us we’d be able to get a quite hefty amount for our old place, but we should wait with putting it on the market until we’d moved and removed everything. Problem was, once all the furniture and little decorations and things that made it a home were gone, all you saw was how much it actually needed to be upgraded, renovated and refreshed. Hence, all the people checking it out in the hopes of living there themselves were less than impressed, and eventually it was sold to someone who proceeded to rent it out to short-term lodgers, I think. We still got more for it than Sven had paid when he first moved there because of the current market, but quite a lot less than we’d sort of been promised. Same when we looked at places: It was easier to get a feeling for the place with things in it than the places that were empty shells. For us personally, I should add. I suppose some people need that “blank canvas” to be able to paint their future home. Others, however, need to see (feel, hear, whatever) someone else’s home to imagine their own.
      Good luck with finishing all the packing up and cleaning out. I hope the mov will go smoothly and that you’ll get the place sold without any hitches, hopefully for a nice penny.

      1. Very good, Shass. When I was looking for a house, this place wasn’t empty, and there were little giraffe statues everywhere and a room full of sewing machines and quilting stuff. Sometimes a house that looks loved sells better. Thanks for your good wishes.

    2. I’m surprised at the empty shell theory. I’d always heard about dressing a place up to get maximum price (even to the point of putting some stuff in storage to make it look more spacious), or even putting in rental furniture after the seller has moved out. There seems to be quite an industry of companies offering to buy a place “as is” (for less money) to spare the seller all the hassle.

  12. Jenny, thanks for the laughs. One Winter Solstice, I found a box of cards that showed a woman clad in gaudy attire and jewelry, ala Vegas style, standing next to a sign that said, “Welcome to Excelsis Deo”. On the inside it said, Gloria in Excelsis Deo! I gave all those away. I wish I had saved one.

  13. This morning’s good news: state legislators in Oregon have negotiated the purchase of Abiqua Falls, formerly private property, to keep it in the public domain instead of passing to another private owner who might restrict access. Now before the governor, so if you’re Oregonian, write her and tell her to sign the deal!

    This afternoon’s good: going to see the Banff Mountain Film Festival screening in town with part of the family.

    Last night’s good: watched ‘Kiss of the Spider Woman’ (last year’s Bill Condon musical starring Diego Luna, Tonatiuh, and Jennifer Lopez. I thought it was excellent.

  14. A curious thing about this blog is that my screenreader can NEVER detect the presence of an image in the posts. That also means I have no way to know what the pictures are, not even with AI (yes, AI gets a pass for me when it can be my eyes, but outside of that I’m not a fan), which is a bit sad. It’s very strange, because usually it’ll at least tell me there’s something graphical going on and I can try to interact with it, but never on here. All that said: If you have picked out the cards, they can’t be anything but fun, good snark.
    My brain did a good deed and saved me from myself by putting away the book I had started beating myself up with (figuratively speaking, it was an e-book) and made me go do crafting material inventory instead. Then it decided that what it needed next was to glue some mosaics. I haven’t done that for a while because of energy-scarcity and knitting. It can be very restful, particularly so if the piece I work on isn’t intended for anybody or anything, and this one isn’t. I got about 2 hours of relative brain-quiet and it was great. I’m happy that this absolute garbage-dump of grey cells occasionally has the good sense to try repairing itself. I have not yet managed to make it pick up knitting again, but hopefully I’ll get there…
    Matcha is so weird. Okay, BOTH cats are weird, but in different ways. Lately, Matcha is really embracing the boink-my-nose-thing, or giving it a lick as a “HIII MUM I’M HERE!”. For some reason, me having put the kettle on makes her wanna snuggle, so she climbs onto my lap, bonks my nose with hers and then proceeds to make herself comfortable. Very impractical, since I will get up again in just a little while to make the tea. Sometimes she also does this while the tea is steeping; an even shorter time-span. Weirdo. And it is not coincidence, it’s happening far too frequently for that. It makes me laugh, and laughter is good. My kitts are the best medicine imaginable.
    Also friends who send messages, call, save my sanity over and over. No words can describe how grateful I am for them.
    My little brother called via Facetime while I was writing this so I could hang out with Baby Freja for a while. Best little brother in the universe.
    Other good things are tea, kind and comforting books, hot chocolate, unexpected laughter, soft fabrics, surprise gifts and hugs.
    Argh is good. I love Argh, and Arghers. Best kind of people. Best kind of place. The best in all the best ways.

    1. Shass, The first one in Jennie’s post says
      At my funeral, someone please take the bouquet of flowers off my coffin and throw it into the crowd to see who is next.

      The second one says
      A hacker called me and said he had all my Passwords. I said, thank God for that got a paper and pencil and said what are they?

      1. Plus the second card is a head-and-shoulders photo of an early twentieth century woman in a large black hat, looking extraordinarily lugubrious.

        2. I think she looks like Eleanor Roosevelt crossed with Carol Burnett! Two of my favorites

      2. Debbie, thanks! That first one made me laugh out loud. Second one is very good as well. And Jane, thanks for adding the image description for the second one. Perfect.

  15. This week I started taking joint pain supplements. The weather has been so bad this winter I’ve gotten aches and pains throughout my body. Even the crease in my elbow hurt. So, instead of calling my doctor I decided to cure myself or at least see if this works (as advertised). Then I will call. About ten years ago I was on a glucosamine supplement (recommended by my then doctor) but decided to stop because I couldn’t feel any difference. Yeh, that was ten years ago when I felt twenty years younger. I know it is not good news, but I am doing something about it. If this works maybe, I’ll start a cranky supplement.

    1. Snarky greeting cards are the best cranky supplement I know. Phone calls are wonderful, but you can pick up a card and reread it as many times as you need it.

  16. My happiness is that this is a 4 day weekend for me. St Patrick’s day is Tuesday (public holiday here) so I took Monday off, and a half day Friday! That makes me SO happy.
    I’ve given myself a free pass for the weekend. I’ve a list of jobs I will do if I’m inclined but I’m not going to feel guilty if I just lie around reading instead.

    Typical St P’s weekend weather too, occasional warm sunshine interspersed with freezing wind and pouring rain.

    2. I’m still feeling a trifle iffy, so I haven’t laid in anything for the US version of St. Patrick’s celebration. I think I have the makings of soda bread, but I may lack the willpower. I can manage some green clothing, however.

      1. I’m impressed you have the makings of soda bread, but if you don’t get to it wearing green is always fun.
        I’m knitting a new green hat (subtle rather than lurid) but I’m not sure it’ll be ready for Tuesday.

  17. My husband put together a nearly complete collection of the kids Halloween costumes. We are missing a few years so I’m still looking (surely we have pics of the two bats whose wings later became witches costumes when DD directed Macbeth and DS had a small role?) We made some complex costumes —I wish we still had the dragon costumes. And surely we must somewhere have the medieval maiden dress? The one that makes me smile most when when DD and best friend at the age of 14 suddenly decided they were not too old to trick or treat after all, and in one afternoon made posterboard costumes of Dove Lotion and Dove soap with dispensing hats and all the wording from the real containers including their real weights.

    I had my last PT session and she sent me home with instructions about how to safely increase intensity.

    My snowdrops and crocuses and miniature daffodils are in bloom; we also use a small snow event this week so I have a picture of daffodils under snow.

    Dd is going to be interviewed by the London Review of Books this week— more or less a year after it was released.

    It has mostly been a good week on the personal level. ( Someone apparently took out a student loan in DS name with a fake address in TX when DS has always lived in the east, so we are coaching him through contesting that. Credit scores have their uses. )

    2. London Review of Books! Yay! (I’m still hoping my library will acquire her book.)

      None of you went into costume design professionally? Sounds like talent going to waste.

  18. My goods this week were organizing my sister’s pantry while she was out of town (she is paying me, not something I did without permission) which was satisfying. She will probably have to do some reorganization but at least all the preserves are on the same shelf, and she will ow know not to buy more olive oil for a few years.

    I am taking a weekend off my annual extreme eating virtue and enjoyed my pizza and sodas bread very much.

    Next week Saturday friends are coming over to have a crafting afternoon. We are all very excited about it.

    I laughed out loud at the funeral card. A dear friend’s aunt had a birthday party after receiving a terminal diagnosis. The invitation had skeletons on it and said something like “last chance to party”. Not everyone found it funny, but SHE did, and it did get across the “let’s not ignore the situation but let’s have a good time anyway” message, which I found admirable.

    1. I don’t know if you are familiar with the term “gallows humour”, but that aunt certainly was. Very admirable! Important to remember not to stop living.

    2. My best friend’s little sister is in hospice care with pancreatic cancer, and her birthday is next week. She sent out Facebook invitations saying “Last chance to wish me Happy Birthday” and is planning to have everybody come to picnic in the park (this is in Alabama; the weather might cooperate.) We are all about the gallows humor among my friends and family.

  19. I love Effin’ Birds: https://effinbirds.com/

    I text links of the most relevant daily cartoons to a friend who’s counting down the days (years still) until she can retire from a job where she deals with crazy co-workers and the even crazier public (and I give thanks I do NOT have to deal with either co-workers or the public), and I got us both stickers that say “no one here ordered a fucking fiasco.”

  20. Jenny, one of the reasons your blog is a good thing is it’s good to stop and think about a good thing that happened every week. Thank you, Jenny!

  21. It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK so Son3 came over with his fiancee and cooked breakfast for me, hubby and Son1 (who brought me a little houseplant).
    My hamstring injury is slowly improving. I’ve decided no driving until after Easter – I tried early this week and had so much pain for the next couple of days that I’m in no rush to try again. This means Son1 gets exclusive use of my ca. He’s a mature student with no money! He made me laugh when he said “I really hope you feel better soon Mum, but I also have to say I’m really enjoying having your car.”

  22. Being lazy on this Good Sunday. On Friday, it was a Good thing i suggested to son that we could pick up granddaughter from school. It was a lovely, lovely visit and dinner too, plus picked up the books we bought for the girls. DH played Library with her, she is the librarian, sells and lends books, charges exorbitant prices. Grampy always pays. I played Barbies. She asked me what bathing suit for Barbie’s spa day. There are two iconic bathing suits out of four to choose from. I don’t even think I knew what iconic meant when I was twelve. Very serious, sweet tween. Elder son and DIL coming today. Love the funeral card.

  23. The flowers in my yard are peak springtime, especially azaleas and lavender and this one bush with pink flowers (I’ve looked it up every year and never remember what it is). The citrus trees are about to bloom (and we’re still getting the last of the blood oranges and lemons). The weather has been sunny and high 70s/low 80s, so just about perfect.

    The pollen is trying to kill me and it’s going to be upper 80s this week, so I’m holding tight to the rest.

  25. Had a Zoom editorial board meeting this week, the board here in SoCal experiencing sunny 80 degree temps, our editor sharing photos showing icy yard and snow flying. Good for us, not so much for her. That white stuff underlaid by ice needs to be shoveled.

    Right now, across the street, there is parked a small white car bearing three colorful blue and green surfboards, making me happy.

    Our house is getting a needed and overdue paint job. Folks are stopping by to let us know they’ve used our crew and are exceedingly happy with the results. Folks are Good.

  26. The science fiction book club meeting yesterday went very satisfactorily, not a given, since I hated the book. I’d arrived late a couple of time in the recent past—I either dawdle more than I used to or have gotten bad at estimating how much time to allow—but I made it slightly early this month.  The other attendees,  included one who had loved the book and therefore nominated it, took my reaction in good spirit. As is often the case, we even agreed about a lot of specific flaws although disagreeing on what they added up to. I did have some good things to say about the book as well:  even a stopped clock is right twice a day, and all that.  It was a lively long discussion, probably more interesting than ones where we all like or dislike the book.  (Universal dislike doesn’t happen often, but occasionally the nominator changes their opinion on rereading or [which I hate] nominates a book they haven’t read.)  So I had a stimulating meeting to repay me for reading a book I hated.  (From an earlier try I knew what I was in for, and I took it in small doses.)  I plan to briefly mention the book on GBTh,  but not at length,  since for my money it was *not* a Good Book.

  28. Obviously, happy to still be alive and with no permanent injuries. Beyond that, I was sitting on the bench in our kitchen this morning waiting on the dogs to want back in and decided to rummage around in my purse. Since I have a wallet with a strap that I can carry as a cross body, I only use a purse when I need storage. I had chucked it in the closet after our last trip to Edmonton and not thought about it again. I was thrilled to find a package of Parma violets candy. It was a very nice pick me up.

    Also making Ides of March jokes with my mom and sister and watching the incomparable Wash the Blood off my Toga by Wayne and Shuster. It’s a yearly rewatch.

  29. Lovely St. Patrick’s Day parade here, marching with the Democratic Club. It was a bit chilly, though.

    Lots to do the coming week. If most of it goes well, I’ll continue to be happy.

  30. I love those cards. I have one that says if anyone send you a card saying it’s for the best , please let me be the first to punch them in the nose.
    I love mordant humor. And most humor except slapstick. I filmed an episode of Nobody wants this and that made me very very happy. I love that show.

  31. My happy was my foot physio says I’ve finally managed to get the exercises right this week, so one more step hopefully on the way to getting rid of the ankle pain and the orthotics.

    Plus he looked at my hand, said my thumb was out of alignment and worked on it for half-an-hour without extra charge. So the hand feels better too 🙂

  32. Work was good yesterday. I love working alone when we’re closed, and getting things done when I want to. I walked 10k steps again which used to be a somewhat slow day at work (which it was in terms of how many boarders), but now with my arthritis problems is quite an accomplishment and I don’t hurt more than usual today. Also nothing blew away either at work or at home. Another good thing: neither place lost electricity although surrounding areas had many outages.

    1. For much of my working life, I had considerable freedom about when I worked, so long as I got my 40 hours in. My workplace was the cubicle sort (more or less) and it was good to get quiet time in so I could concentrate. I often worked Saturdays. I also worked a rather late day, which helped with the commuting traffic and provided quietish time after most people had gone home.

  33. Late entry for a Good thing, my mom’s memorial service. The church was full of people, all her kids and grandchildren were there, and one great-grandchild. The music (I chose) was wonderful, and a group of good singer friends came and sang O Shenandoah. My father reminisced on the World Wide Web in a way that implied Mom was pregnant before they got married, which was not the case. (We had a discussion about that later on.) The church ladies put on a lavish reception (as per usual), and I as the person there who knew who everyone was, I hugged about sixty people. Wonderful family time at a dinner that night, and brunch the next morning.
    So now that’s done, and I don’t want to put all the photos away, I don’t want to tidy her up yet. But she was certainly loved a lot.

    1. I am glad it went well and most happy about all the hugs you got. Pocket hugs are wonderful, but the tactile memory of the real thing really helps me.

About the Author

Jennifer Crusie is the New York Times, USA Today, and Publisher’s Weekly bestselling author and co-author of twenty-three novels, one book of literary criticism, miscellaneous articles, essays, novellas, and short stories, and the editor of three essay anthologies. She lives in a cottage in Pennsylvania, where she often stares at the ceiling and counts her blessings.

Find out more about Jenny’s published works by visiting JennyCrusie.com

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