Surely we all need a little more love, more gentle touch, more kind words and more compassion for ourselves and all those around us. I wish us all a big hearted New Year. L’Shana Tovah Tikatevu (May you be written down for a good year. 5775.)
We’re taking a week off from The Blessed Disappointment–a study on online dating in what-we-like-to-call middle age. Maybe it’s too dark for a week celebrating the New Year.
The Yoga blog seems to be on extended break–fortunately my practice is very consistent and satisfying. Maybe it’s not something one writes about.
Fall means reg’lar, it smells like apples, hot coffee and hot tea. Fall’s full of neighbors shuttling the same wonderful tomatoes across one another’s threshholds. It’s not so threatening as fall was in Minnesota. It’ more like the sweetness of bright orange squash flesh. And here I am, back after whatever that was that took me off schedule. Oh, right–summer.
My fun is in highlighting annoying, weird, crazy stuff that really happens. (Actually, I’m more focused on routine misses and reveals.) Since I’m almost at the end of my patience for this week, let me just get this off my chest:
It was a hopeful sign of family Sunday mornings to come: mornings filled with stinky fish and family love.
I have no objections to pictures of you on your Harley or in front of your Taurus with the dog tied to the roof rack. That’s just truth in advertising. But a photo of just the car/dog/cycle?
I’m trying to think what is the progression of these questions. Let me take a stab at it: 1) Do you like to be scared by fake strange things happening in familiar places? 2) Do you want to try out possibly strange things happening in unfamiliar places (like reality?) 3) Do you want to throw away everything familiar to encounter real danger in real time without a net, while cramped, stinky and covered in sunscreen.
As a serial online dater I’ve learned to recognize the open-mouthed flakiness, announced kinkiness, ferocity, moodiness, unreliability, poor judgment, narcissism and financial disastrophy of prospective dates as gifts to me. Should I be angered by the man with the fun-loving, gentle profile when he happens to call an hour before our appointed coffee date to [...]