First of all, FWIW know that I am typing this morning with the old Peter, Paul, and Mary song Lemon Tree stuck in my head. It’s definitely not my favorite PP&M song (and yes, I do have a favorite PP&M song (it’s If I had a Hammer, if you were wondering)). I’m telling you this on the off chance it gives you some insight into my headspace today. 😂😂😂
Secondly, don’t get me started on the expression “when life hands you lemons, make lemonade” because I could rail on about that for pages. Since I try not to make a habit of focusing on the lemons in life, at this point I’ll just say this: at least I don’t have to worry about scurvy.
So there’s that.
Long story short, I’m kiiiiiiiiiiinda lemonade-d out.
As many lemons I’ve been squeezing of late to make lemonade, no amount of it will drown out my thoughts…so here’s what I’ve got going on upstairs this week…
No…wait…first let me throw up a gratuitous beach pic, just because:
Ok, back to the regularly scheduled Thursday programming, thoughts:
Sisters are the best. ’Nuff said.
Life will throw you nasty curveballs. Just bear down in the batter’s box and foul off as many pitches as you can. Some at-bats will end up in strikeouts and others in walk-off heroics. Don’t judge yourself or your life relative to any single pitch, regardless of what you do with it. Be glad you’re in the game. Enjoy being part of the team.
Nothing exciting ever comes from a “no.” Say “yes.” Even when it’s inconvenient. Especially when it’s inconvenient.
All you really ever have is time and time is all you have. But you never know how much you have…unless you’re on Death Row I suppose. Invest it wisely. Don’t be foolish. But also don’t be frugal.
Sometimes you might have money in addition to time. And when something happens that can be fixed with money, it’s not worth worrying about. You may not be able to afford to fix or replace whatever, or you may choose not to. But solvable problems aren’t worth a worry. Think about it. When did worrying ever fix anything?
I’ve had shingles in the past and both doses of Shingrix since, and I suspect I am currently putting it to the test…if I don’t have a high stress-induced viral load now, I never will. In any case, it seems to be working. PSA: get your Shingrix shot if you’re old enough. (Warning: it hurts. But shingles hurt worried. Trust me.)
Is it me or does there seem to be waaaaaay more Democratic-hating and Republican-loving merch than the reverse? I feel like, in general, Donkeys might be a bit more, er, tasteful about expressing political positions. Bumper stickers, flags, hats, and tshirts like the one that read PTSD: Pretty Tired of Stupid Democrats. 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️ (I mean, I can’t recall ever seeing a “F-ck You Cheeto” flag flying off the back of a Toyota Camry…)
Cellphones have killed one activity that I used to find very fun (on occasion)—talking to strangers at airport bars.
I’m really glad that I’m not the lady who almost hit me yesterday when I was out walking because she was too busy looking left for oncoming cars and seemingly too lazy or clueless to look right for pedestrian. I let her have it. Don’t drive like an asshole. Especially when my fuse is short. (On the other hand, the gentleman who put his car in reverse to get off the crosswalk so I could pass got a smile so big I almost cracked a cheekbone.)
The Spring Ahead jet lag is real. And as much as I love the daylight (Summer!!!), for the few days I spent this week “recovering,” it hardly seemed worth it. I’m sure my tune will be changing soon.
Helen Keller once (wisely) advised that one should keep one’s face to the sun to avoid seeing shadows. I don’t disagree, but for me it’s less about the sun and more about the expanse above and around us in general. Keeping my head up reminds me to hold on to hope in the face of infinite possibility. When I saw the nuggets of blue through these tree branches the other night, they caused a stirring in my soul. It’s out there, whatever it is.
YOLO. You live every day…you die once, but YOLO is a more convenient and catchy (not to mention pronounceable) acronym that YLEDYDO (why led why do?). Find and follow your bliss. Love your people. Crank up the tunes. Buy the VIP concert tix over the General Admission ones. You’ve earned “luxury” experiences. Be happy. Whatever it is you want to do, just do it.
Let’s call it at an even dozen this week. My brain is tired. Maybe I could use a glass of lemonade after all.
With vodka.
Thanks, as always, for being here. Luck of the Irish to you tomorrow and every day, regardless of your nationality. Now that ancestry.com has revealed the full extent of my Irishness (42%), I’ll be making up for lost time. Cue The Unicorn!
Sláinte, Happy Friday Eve…and love you too.