Looking on the bright side
There haven’t been any earthquakes or volcano eruptions.
The dotter is in school.
OmegaDad likes his job.
I’ve got a job.
My ticker, though still giving me twinges now & then, is essentially healthy.
“This, too, shall pass…”
I’m not going to think about the moving van that we tried to head off at the pass this morning, because the sellers are still moving out and we can’t move our stuff in. We’ll deal with the “missed delivery” charges later. Surely they can’t be too huge, right?
I’m not going to think about the Great Huge Storm that hit Small Mountain University Town last weekend that swamped Small Mountain University and, incidentally, leaked through the roof in our house back in SMUT, damages unknown but requiring repair, thus eating away at our equity. All of which we found out about this morning.
I’m not going to think about a closing date that has been moved to the 10th, and the associated pay-through-the-nose costs for staying in the Shoebox for another week.
Not any more, at least. You aren’t hearing me sobbing or screaming, “AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!“, nope. (GrannyJ did, however.)
So, instead, I’ll think about “self-esteem” and teaching kids to sing, “I am special, I am special, yes, I am! Yes, I am! There is no-one like me, there is no-one like me, hmm, hmm, hmm” to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Frére Jacques. (I can’t remember the concluding phrase, and don’t feel like asking the dotter to sing it yet again.) And then I’ll write about my problems with that particular approach to self-esteem tomorrow.
Lizard noted that the words didn’t scan at all with Twinkle, Twinkle. I was puzzled, singing them over and over again–the words fit just fine! Then I realized that I had the wrong song entirely. Dur.
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