laughter

I laugh when I see an especially adorable video clip of a doodle dog. Lately I follow WeRateDogs -- a brainchild of a young man who got tired of all the AI generated nonsense out there and vowed to put up only clips of real dogs. It turns out that clips of real dogs are even funnier than ones engineered by non-humans.

Sometimes I laugh at something funny on TV, but that is rare because there is not much palatable humor on the screen these days. 

I used to laugh at the antics of the grandkids or at the stories my daughters told, but, the grandkids are getting older and the daughters -- well, they're busy and one lives too far and the other is too stressed so there went that one.

Friends, however, still can make me laugh. Playing with them can really make me laugh. Enter my new group of Mahjong players. I joined them last week and by this second week I can see that there are plenty of opportunities for laughter and that makes me very happy.

 

It's a lovely day today, really it is. Sunshine again -- on our morning walk and thereafter.

Monday is not a Millie daycare day, but my schedule appears to be undergoing changes and so I am going to include a Monday with dogs for her going forward, because after a weekend with me, she really could use some wild time. Millie is a very energetic and enthusiastic little pup and no, taking her for a long walk doesn't cut it. She wants to play! Not even just chase a ball in the yard -- active play with jumping and pawing and climbing and who knows what else. So, Monday daycare it is, going forward.

And then there was the game. My second one (and then a third), and I did not win -- not even close,  but my behavior led one of the women to ask -- are you very competitive? I felt like I was back with my young daughters playing Clue -- a game that revealed to them that I would prize winning in a board game over concern for their tender years. I just had to laugh.

Roses were to arrive today and they did, but it was already dark and I am not one to enjoy gardening after sunset (which today was at 4:40pm). I did unpack them and that proved to be very depressing because I noted they were wrapped in Chinese newspapers. My one experiment in buying on Etsy proved to be a really really bad mistake. I did alert Etsy that perhaps their ad claiming that "we are a small family business fascinated with growing these beautiful roses in our sunny California farm" might not be true, but the resolution of this may take a while. I am not planting roses that may well be pretending to be something they are not. Who knew that there is this underbelly to the whole online rose growing/selling business!  

In the end, I deliberately dropped all worries concerns and messes and got busy trying to imagine myself in the year 2027. I reset my thinking -- about travel, about where I would move once I could not live in my own house, about the years before me. I made progress! I have some answers. Which you will learn of if you keep on reading Ocean.

(Millie, after her brush out this evening)

 

with so much love...