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gratitude

Recently I’ve been in a bad mood, being crabby, grouchy, whiny, pouty, sullen. It’s not an unfamiliar place, but I don’t like being in that place as much as I used to. Mostly because I’ve experienced joy and happiness and I like those feelings more, even if those feelings don’t always last as long as the others.

A friend who is quite busy these days took a few minutes to tell me about gratitude. Gratitude does change things. It changes your focus from the few bad things to the many good things. And even if it’s more bad than good, focusing on the good keeps your mind from the gutter and thinking the worst, when the worst hasn’t happened or may not happen at all. It’s entirely possible that the very best could happen.

The situation doesn’t change, but the perspective and mindset changes. And if you think, therefore you are.

weeding and yelp tips

Take a shower after weeding a garden, even if you don’t sweat or get dirty. Because weeds have pollen and will make your evening not as fun.

Really don’t go to a restaurant that has less than a few hundred reviews, because you don’t know what you’re going to get, even if those 100+ reviews give 4.5 stars. It’s a crapshoot.

cat tech

I don’t like cats. Well, not true. I like cats only when they’re behaved and spayed/neutered. Any other cat, I hate. HATE. Apologies to any cat-loving readers; I hope we can still be friends.

There’s no reason to hate unless there’s a reason to hate. I have a reason to hate.

I have an outdoor furnishing with cushions. Cushions with covers I recently washed. I’ve barely had a chance to sit on my clean cushions when one day I found a spot with a bunch of cat hair. I know the cat too. An old outdoor cat that loses clumps of fur. In addition to cat fur left on my cushion were some stains and dirt. This leads me to think the cat has open sores or something. I spot cleaned the cushion and tried to spray some essential oils and put some garlic cloves on the seats. Why did I do such a weird thing? A search for “cat deterrent” made for weird decisions. And stupid because it didn’t work. Well, the garlic actually worked, but only partially. The cat just sat on the cushion where there was no garlic.

This morning left a new spot of fur but what’s this? A couple spots of blood? GROSS. So this old cat probably has open sores, bleeds, and sheds clumps of fur. Obviously an old, probably dying cat. I don’t care if it’s dying if it leaves stains on my clean cushions. No compassion for this cat.

Which led me to my own solution for a cat deterrent, no dumb homemade sprays or expensive store version needed. I know it’ll work because it uses common sense. It’s better than garlic. And I’ll know tomorrow if I need to wash my cushions again or not.

OxiClean

I remember watching the commercials for OxiClean when Billy Mays was still alive. The product, like any infomercial product, seemed to be a miracle product. It was magical. Billy could make you buy it, but I didn’t buy it because I didn’t have a need for it.

Then, one day, I had a need for it. Researching how to clean tile without toxic chemicals led me to OxiClean, not dirty laundry. And it was now available at your local store. So I got me some and found out it was exactly the miracle product it was advertised to be. It wasn’t perfect, but it definitely cleans well. Very well. And, it’s non-toxic, which is very important to me.

And then I decided to try it with laundry. It’s used in addition to detergent to make colors more vibrant. And I was surprised to see that, again, it worked well! I noticed that colors seemed to be less washed-out looking and appeared more fresh. Even a little detail, a white tag on a dark jacket, popped out with a whiter white than I thought possible. I’ve now become a convert and wished I had a reason to listen to Billy Mays sooner than later.

RIP Billy Mays. And thank you for telling me about OxiClean.

plugging again

Just FYI, my third poetry book is available for free with Amazon Kindle Unlimited.

Paperback also available too.

It’s the shortest of the three books.

 

newest poetry book

My last poetry book is out on Kindle! The paperback is available here. It’s the third and, for now, the last poetry book I’ll be publishing for a while. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get the Amazon link on the sidebar but it seems to elude me for the moment.

Thanks to all my readers and supporters of my angsty poetry.

hole-y denim

A trend in denim jeans is having holes in them. Depending on your age, you may immediately think of the 80s-90s where holes in jeans were cool, just like big hair.

I never got into the trend of holes in jeans unless it was made naturally through normal wear and tear. Plus they cost more to have someone to cut the holes in fashionably appropriate places. So that’s a hard pass for me.

Until…I went to a clothing swap.

I was looking for some new-to-me jeans and wasn’t having much luck on finding anything that seemed remotely like my style. Towards the end of the swap I was willing to look again at the denim piles and saw these 1969 Gap jeans in really good condition. As I turned the pair around, I saw the holes and thought it was a so-close-but-no-cigar pair. But, as I said, it was toward the end of the swap and I needed to find new jeans. So I just took them home without trying them on.

I put them on and found they fit perfectly. The holes were kind of annoying and I figured I would wear them casually, in the level of formality above joggers and below jeans with no ripped anything.

But they were so comfortable and the right shade of blue that I ended up wearing them often. What made the jeans truly mine is when I got compliments on the jeans, for the holes. Suddenly, I was cool. And I’ll take that anytime. No need to reject a compliment on being fashionable.

So now I am trendy with ripped jeans. I never would have bought them in a store, and I probably never will. In that sense I am still me and that will never change.

Joggers and ripped jeans. Who am I becoming?

shopping carts

I’ve always wondered why some people don’t put carts in the cart corrals. Some excuses could be reasoned, though not necessarily be proper etiquette:

The cart corral is too far away from my car.

I’m in a hurry and don’t have time to push the cart to the corral.

I’m not bothering with putting carts away because I’ve got screaming kids in the car.

I’m not bothering with putting carts away because I only care about me and my car.

It’s the store employees who corral carts, not me.

What’s a cart corral?

Only fools waste time putting carts in corrals.

Usually my significant other does that, not me.

It’s the wild west in parking lots; only the strong survive with carts strewn here and there, creeping towards the nearest car bumper or side, just wanting to leave a special mark for you.

Nobody showed me how to put the cart in the corral, so I don’t have to.

Whatever.

It’d be nice if there was an actual scientific poll asking about this phenomenon/nuisance.