I’m off work for a much needed extra-long weekend. I have visions of home projects and kiddie pool splashing, mid day napping and books with actual pages reading.

Everyone has pets that actually belong to your neighbors but you’re attuned to their schedule and plan your walks around? Right? (I missed the up-close shot because I was too busy giving them good boy pats)

Do you also keep the flyer for a neighbor’s lost cat on your console table and give it pets and well-wishes all day? Okay good, cause same. (send skittish Bane some come home thoughts please)

I’m reading again, which is what I want to be doing. I turned on the Screen Time tracking on my phone recently and it’s just sad. So I’m changing it.

You are what you do, not what you say you’ll do. – Carl Jung

We got a touch of rain from Tropical Storm Hanna this weekend so there wasn’t much small pool splashing. But the rain did cool things off a touch so we got in a few nice long walks.

It’s a short week of work thanks to an awesome pair of company-wide mental health days, and I could certainly use them (even though I have full week off coming very soon).

Hopefully I’ll make the time to sit down and come up with some themes or prompts for these blog posts, since I can only illustrate my boringness in so many words before we both fall asleep. 😴

It sure is something when you’re like “oh hey, my depression had lifted enough that I can watch my murder shows again.” But hey, that’s what makes this 128th day of the pandemic special. LOLSOB

Gary Gnu was always one of my favorites. I guess I could always get behind the type of life where no Gnews, good or bad, happened. Careful what you wish for, as they say.

Tomorrow we’re masking up and going on our monthly grocery shop – maybe the outside world is as wild as I remember and I’ll have an exciting clip to run.

I spent more time in the pool tonight, and then spent some time with a 13-year-old issue of one of my favorite print mags. I’ve got an archive of Bust as well, but I’ll never not rue the day I donated all my Sassy issues when I left for college. 😭

Given a 1 because Medusa only knows how many times I’ll use that overwrought title.

Today it is only to say what a damn shame I wasn’t born mythical Siren. Given my love of a 7×4 kiddie pool, oh the sailors I could drown given an entire ocean.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves 
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back 
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

…………………..From: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: by T.S. Eliot

Today I told a friend, “I feel like a weeble who is tired of wobbling.”

But I have to believe wobbling is better than the alternative (if you don’t know the rest of this ancient phrase, “weebles wobble but they don’t fall down”).

5-year old me really wanted this treehouse!

It’s hard to change course when things are so much the same. I’m trying to make small and large changes in my life after feeling stagnant for several years and especially these last few months. Moving isn’t likely to solve all my problems, though I wish it were so easy. Instead, I need to get where I’m going internally as well.

Katie mentioned that she’s starting the 75 Hard: Mental Toughness Challenge . I’m not sure I’m up for that level yet, but the podcast certainly came to me at a good time and really gave me some good stuff to think through.