|Choosing your audience...
||[Apr. 8th, 2011|09:00 am]
So, when a colleague comes to my cube and says "Suzie said I should come and ask you. I need some boxes for my wife." |
And you answer "Okay. How many pieces did you cut her into?"
Which, of course, I think is hysterical...
But I'm not a 62 year old guy who's decorated his office with actual oil paintings of waterscapes.
Know your audience, people...
Hey, remember that story about the mitten that was lost in the woods and a bunch of woodland animals crawled in to keep warm -- the bear, a squirrel, a fox...a whole host of animals that realistically would not fit into a mitten to begin with. And I'm sure there was some lesson in getting along, or sharing, or maybe not...if it was a German or Scandinavian story, sometimes it's just a story and then something bad happens and then end. Because my people don't like to set children's expectations too high. But anyway, at the end of the story, one more animal...probably tiny...tries to fit into the mitten and BOOM! it blows apart and they're all out in the cold again. See sometimes someone has to be left out in the cold to die, or we'll ALL freeze to death. There's the moral there.
My head is that mitten. If I were you, I wouldn't stand too close to me. Unlike a mitten, a skull blowing apart can cause some serious collateral damage.
Thankfully the cherry blossoms out here in the suburbs are blossoming and that's helping keep a tenuous grasp. I can actually feel my face muscles relax when I turn toward a blossoming three or patch of daffodils.
I have managed to lose ten pounds, despite the stress bringing out all of my rodent urges...chew, chew, chew!
But I have a brand new shade garden bed in the front yard and the lettuce in my patio garden is starting to gain traction and today it rained so that I don't have to worry that my peas will never germinate. Plus, my pots of mint-- bursting already. The clematis has poked out some green tendrils.
Everything's going to be okay.