Thursday, August 14, 2008

 

S is for Soothing

It's possible that anxiety sometimes occurs. Shuttling dear friend with badly broken wrist to and from hospital could possibly spur an episode. Seeing the disturbing negatives might only make it worse. Thinking of dear friend with no medical or disability insurance, or, now, livelihood might encourage a person to become nervous. Waving goodbye to The Mrs., who is embarking on a 10-day intensive, outdoor teaching gig in the 120 degree desert heat could be upsetting, knowing that before The Mrs. gets home, certain people will have already left to go back to Philadelphia to care for suicidally depressed favorite uncle with multiple, potentially fatal health issues. Even the cats are worrisome. Coyotes circle the house at night, shrieking maniacally. Locking cats in before dark gave a partial sense of security, til the more feral one of the two was recently spotted running after, not from, a coyote. All other good friends nearby are desperately broke and in trouble.

Bandits lurk in the shadows, waiting to pounce. Skeletons laugh at me. What trouble waits beyond tomorrow?


Let us think of what is soothing:







Rice.










Mom's old copy of Say it in Yiddish.






































The theme song from Room 222.














And when the chips are REALLY down....purring kitty.

Comments:
Hope my back doesn't go out. Knock on wood.
 
No, your back can't go out. You must be in great shape for all the funs we will have soon.
I wish I had a copy of "Say it in Yiddish" it would make me feel like less of a shmuck.
 
Don't plotz, peedsele, Lizzie is practically fluent. She was the token shabbes goy on Long Island who would shut the neighbor's lights for them, (as was my uncle Stan Hymovitz in North Philly, but that's another story...)

Countdown to upstate: 2 weeks!
 
Yeeeeaaaah! I will come when you want me to. Lizzie and I talked about it, but no hard plan yet. You beckon for me and I will be there.
Oy gavult! I can't wait to see your punim!
 
Peeds, you should get to Fleishmans asap, that is my official opinion. What, are they gonna fire you? I think not! I've got Weeks in the mix, now we gotta work on MM.
 
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Hope my back doesn't go out. Knock on wood.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 10:12 PM  

No, your back can't go out. You must be in great shape for all the funs we will have soon.
I wish I had a copy of "Say it in Yiddish" it would make me feel like less of a shmuck.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:05 PM  

Don't plotz, peedsele, Lizzie is practically fluent. She was the token shabbes goy on Long Island who would shut the neighbor's lights for them, (as was my uncle Stan Hymovitz in North Philly, but that's another story...)

Countdown to upstate: 2 weeks!

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 12:46 AM  

Yeeeeaaaah! I will come when you want me to. Lizzie and I talked about it, but no hard plan yet. You beckon for me and I will be there.
Oy gavult! I can't wait to see your punim!

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:18 PM  

Peeds, you should get to Fleishmans asap, that is my official opinion. What, are they gonna fire you? I think not! I've got Weeks in the mix, now we gotta work on MM.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 11:30 AM  

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