I love the noise descriptors! Made me laugh out loud. One could imagine if used well one would be looking skyward toward the heavens, praying…Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
barely audible low hum, take me home!
Did you miss the punchline? These are descriptions for the noise level of personal entertainment devices. No, not an iPod. VIBRATORS.
On occasion, to counter-balance looking up to the sky, you can get a good laugh looking down
Haha-Aha!
It’s a toilet seat.
Hole in the middle of it!!!
Get it???
I didn’t see anything like this view all winter long. Now we’re talking! Happy.
The days are staying lighter later. Happy.
6 months after legalization of you know what, after 30 years, I am quite enjoying my reacquaintance with CBD. Happy.
And I found something worth finding on Facebook (below). So nice to laugh out loud, rather than to roll my eyes grumpily at inane posts. Grumpy with myself for being on inane FB.
The sky on my gaze upward on my walk to work today. Juxtaposition. The old building with the new. The light bouncing off the modern building. A puff of steam impersonating a cloud. All my favourite things.
I have been here almost a week. I am a homebody. I miss my home. My pillow. My car. My kids. My kitchen. My favourite neighbourhood places. Good to know. I usually ascribe derision and disdain to homogenous ho hum Ottawa.
Death sometimes feels like such a hopeful course of action.
I tell myself it's the imbalance in dopamine and seratonin in my brain that gives me that perspective. But it feels so real. And I ask myself, how is this less real than the feelings of hope with which I am filled at other times.
In the end, we all end up dead. Tonight I would like to take the shortcut.
Later: I wrote this 9 days ago. 23:20. It was a bad night. That’s how I know I am not better. Depression and hopelessness can swoosh right in. One more second on earth can feel untenable. Happily, I have been in a better space since. Spring is in the air. New beginnings. New chances to make it through. More opportunities to look up at the sky, as a place of hope, rather than as my final resting place. Am I arrogant to assume I will go to heaven?