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They are indeed. It's sad that they've been so maligned.

https://www.storagetwo.com/blog/2017/4/the-tragedy-of-the-most-hated-bird-in-america#:~:text=As%20mentioned%20previously%2C%20we%20brought,invasive%20species%20in%20the%20Americas.

Pigeons, theyre neat!

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Uh, yeah

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Calamity

“I'm beset with calamities.” I read that today in chronicillnesshumor. Calamity is a good word. It means a great misfortune or source of misery.

I don't like misery. I try to avoid it. Misery is wallowing in misfortune. Rooting around in the sticky mud. Rolling and squealing with pleasure. I will not give in to wallowing today.

Calamity reminds me of Debbie Reynolds in Calamity Jane. Debbie Reynolds was a mid-century girl next door. Blonde and blue-eyed. Chirpy. She was ridiculous as a tomboy with dirt carefully applied to her face. Wrestling with the guys. On the ground. In the mud.

But she raised Carrie Fisher, the ultimate get-on-with-it person. Smart, tough, and vulnerable with a great quote about her Leia slave outfit: "Tell them [children] that a giant slug captured me and forced me to wear that stupid outfit, and then I killed him because I didn’t like it. And then I took it off. Backstage."

It's not a calamity if I don't allow it to cause me misery. I can turn around great misfortune, and get on with it. I can use the stupid cane. Take sitting breaks. I can strangle that giant slug with my chains and change my clothes backstage.

Where's that big ugly slug? I might still have enough muscle strength to strangle it.

I'm feeling feisty.

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Calamities, yeah. I like that. 😎

PERSON: How ya doing?

ME: I'm beset with calamities.

PERSON: Great! See ya later.

ME: *whispers* but calamities

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doom and dread

I feel like there's something important that I'm forgetting. What could it be? The dog doesn't need to go out yet. I should call my primary about the test he was supposed to order. But there's always medical stuff to do.

I should change my cell provider; mine won't let me text Canada and the U.S. at the same time. Something important? Is it something important?

Maybe there's nothing in particular. Maybe the music is putting me on edge. Do I need something upbeat, or downbeat? Focus music or relaxing music? Major key or minor key?

Maybe the smoke from Canada is approaching my location. Maybe meth heads are massing at the border. Maybe that camera drone is back again. Did I forget that the world ends today? It's probably just impending doom.

A tentacle with an eyeball is waving behind me in the mirror. The tornado siren is about to go off. All the animals are quiet before the tsunami hits. Where'd all the people go? Is that a giant ant?

Maybe it's just existential dread.

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Lucky in villain mode

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I once took a drug that my doctor said might cause my face to freeze in a rictus. It made me feel better, so. Yeah. I quit using it. 😕

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I did not know they were stackable ?????????

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Manifesting

I'm going to manifest joy today, but like, ironically. Is that a thing? I'm making that a thing. Yeah, I looked it up. I can make it a thing. I try, really. I try to manifest joy.

I think I actually manifest not-so-bad joy. Could be worse joy. Better than a kick in the head joy.

Apparently manifesting is imagining something to be true. I can play make believe with the best of them. I try to find a little magic and whimsy in everything.

I'm quite fond of whimsy. I have so much brain fog that it's quite easy to be playful. I suppose that makes me simple minded, but my brain is actually quite complex.

My thoughts just ping around in there. Occasionally hitting each other and making interesting connections. I amuse myself.

I'm tired of being tired. I've decided to be absurd instead. I wear bright clothes. Carry a funny stick. Dye my hair purple. I let myself be miserable some days, but usually I choose whimsy.

Today I shall manifest whimsy.

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Beautiful ❤️

Flowers greet the night, Torino, Italy

emanuele_boffa

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I love foxes, and these are really great foxes

evgenii rachev's foxes

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Continuous and regenerative sleep, ah

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float and flow

"You can float and flow." I like this meditation prompt better than yesterday’s “you are expansive.” Less new agey sounding. Not that I'm not kinda new agey, but I'm too midwestern to not read "expansive" and snort.

I grew up where there's lots of water. My time in the west was hard. Yes, mountains are gorgeous, but they don't move. Where are the ripples? The waves? The sound of water? Going with the flow is a better metaphor for me.

So, I can't do the stuff I want to do, but there's still stuff left to do. I've turned more inside now, even though my inside is barer than it used to be. I used to have a rich forest of thoughts. I could make connections and conclusions.

Now I just kind of ping around. Like the old arcade video game. Pong.

I'm going with the flow. Sometimes I ping off into the wrong direction. There's my metaphor. I knew I'd find one. Not a good one, but I found one.

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Argh!!! I love this plot. Why does Ncuti have to leave? 😕

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Concept art by Walt Peregoy for One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961)

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The year is 2056. The 30th doctor is David Tennant. He took over from David Tennant. His companion is played by David Tennant. The villain is David Tennant as David Tennant. The showrunner is David Tennant. You hear a knock on the door. It's David Tennant. He gives you a pocket watch. You open it and remember who you are. You were David Tennant all along.