This is harder than trying to remember what is on the grocery list you left on the counter...7/25/2014 Due to my current state of despair, my inability to move off the bottom of the dark swimming pool of gloom and my complete lack of enthusiasm in moving forward with anything, Husband has challenged me to make a list of the things I enjoying doing. I could very easily make a list of things that make me happy. Spotting Owls in the yard or sarcastic comments from friends, for example, makes me giddy. But making a list of things I actually I love doing, that’s a lot harder. I won’t bore you with much list as it stands. For example, putting puzzle together in my online puzzle made the list. I can’t for the life of me figure out where that will take me career wise, but it’s a thing I did that made me happy so it is on there. There are lots of equally satisfying but technically useless things I’ve done all week. None of them are career makers but I’ve been diligently putting them down on the list in the hopes that something will click. Yesterday, the thing that made me the happiest was burying Dead Bat at the bottom of the garden and apologizing for our possible part in what made him dead. I went all out; wrapped him up and put him in a fancy gift bag, dug a hole and buried him in a prime mosquito-gathering place with two pretty holly bushes next to him for comfort. I’m not sure what that says about me; I should be an undertaker or I’m at the point where drugs and therapy and little men in white coats to take me away should be considered. All I know was that that simple silly thing made my day. Even more than finding that one puzzle piece that has been hiding amongst the other pieces that fills that one hole that gets the rest of the puzzle going. That's why burying dead bat is on the list. Yup. I can already hear the white coats coming. Today, I’m going to the flea market. Last time I came home with an old Peahen watering can. She made me immensely happy. Not sure what job that’s going to get me but if I find Mrs. Peahen a rooster to keep her company, I might actually die laughing. Husband, I don’t think your experiment is working.
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