Satanic pizza sex

The utterly unique Randy Rainbow released this a couple of weeks ago on Twitter, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. So I’m sharing it with you, so it’ll worm your ear, too.

De gustibus

Whenever I see something like this, I always wonder about the backstory.

What aspirations shaped the original purchase, and what disillusionments paved the path to being left out for trash day?

Same with Tuesday’s pic of items for another trash day. What’s the story behind acquiring that picture, and what changes led to just chucking it out?

Gotta be something.

 

 

Moving messages

Time for some more vanity plates, I think. (I haven’t been taking walks any longer than to the end of the cluster and back, so no new photos.)

 

 

Street art?

Well, someone was having a clean-out.

 

Gratitude Monday: meals without a spoon

It took me about a week to go through the frozen dinners I’d stockpiled for knee replacement recovery. (As an aside, let me just comment that I grotesquely underestimated the recovery period, because I had about eight of them.)

But in point of fact, I didn’t care, because I have completely lost my appetite. I haven’t had anything for breakfast since 25 January; perhaps three or four days since then I’ve managed some yoghurt around midday. And except for those frozen meals, dinner has been soup. (And a can of Progresso soup is two meals.) I just don’t care.

Well, last Wednesday I discovered that it apparently takes my gastro-intestinal system two weeks to empty out; I spent the day in some distress, but here I am, so all’s well.

Still, I don’t want any repeats of that. Friday evening I got kabob takeout, because it “tasted” good in my mind and I thought the rice would be easy on my stomach.

It did taste good, and I got three meals out of it, so it was a good investment.

Also—I’m now at the point where I can walk both up and down stairs in the normal fashion—step, step, step, step (as opposed to step, match; step, match). I remind myself that I’m still short of one month out from having my knee carved up like a pumpkin, so I'm taking both these things as wins and reasons for gratitude.

 

 

Somewhere

I was taking a knee-icing break from work yesterday and had an opportunity to gaze out on a somewhat dreary NoVa day. This is the song that came to mind, so I’m sharing it with you.

 

 

 

Being social

Today I present three guides to social media.

You’re welcome.

 

 

Harbingers

These little guys have once again popped up in my back garden. I didn’t plant the winter aconite; they came with the property, although I don’t see them in any of my neighbors’ yards.

Every year they pop up in January-February, whether it’s through snow or not. They make me so happy.

 

 

Before the storm

Well, okay, then—as of 0922 yesterday, Trader Joe’s was locked and loaded for today:

 

Gratitude Monday: Figure 4

Thursday I sent my yoga instructor a list of poses I thought I could/could not do and asked if we could get a Friday-afternoon lesson out of them. I hadn’t had a lesson since the day before surgery and I really don’t like going that long without the boost.

When time came for the lesson on Friday, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it—I had several meetings that day, including one 90-minute one, and I’m still working out how to sit at my desk with any degree of comfort. Come yoga time, my knee was stiff, I was tired and I was feeling pretty crappy, truth be told.

But we started in, and I have to say that I felt so much better, both physically and mentally, afterward. I managed very careful windshield wipers, elongated bound ankle, modified figure 4, almost-bridge against the wall and a slightly wobbly Warrior II. No kneeling, no crossed legs. A considerable amount of time was spent figuring out how to transition from one position to another, since one knee wasn’t bending (and I was a little concerned about splitting open the incision), but it was a good session, and when it was done I felt looser and stronger, which had a huge impact on my mental state.

So that’s my gratitude today: the blessing of a yoga lesson.