I was subjecting myself to torture today, aka ‘receiving a pedicure,’ (I’m still having a bit of Cleopatra envy,) when I took the time to peruse one of my journals. It contains many, many lists. I must have been feeling “listless” and thought I could remedy that situation by making my compilations. Nevertheless, one of the lists caught my eye; “Things for which I am grateful.”
The mute button made it on the list. Why? So that I don’t have to listen to another “Natural Grocers” commercial! I even put that as the reason! As a matter of fact, I won’t go there because I cannot tolerate the commercials! I wouldn’t care if Cleopatra shopped there, I won’t go! (Okay, I think if she did actually shop there I would probably case the joint looking for her and invite her to coffee. But I wouldn’t cross the threshold of the store, I’d just hand her a shopping cart and make small talk outside. “Nice jewels! Great make-up, Girlfriend! Sorry about that whole Augustus thing with your family.”)
I do have a problem letting go of a good story.