Why Oh Why is this what it is!?

Many of us have cut open a lotion container or a tube of toothpaste to get at that last smidgen of use.

I’m adding tartar sauce plastic jar. 

A spoon doesn’t fit into the opening. Using a butter knife takes multiple scrapes to get out even the smallest amount. I cut the top off at the container shoulders. What a mess!

In bowl is all that was hard to
 get to without cutting off the top

What about this week’s theme?

Thinking About Spring

 A bunch of laughing faces could go here to signify a theme for this week because that is what I’m liking, laughing, funny on Monday and the rest of the week. I believe we could all benefit by embracing the lighter side of life on purpose. 

This week I will not read bad news. I will search for laughter websites that are considerate of others and not into exploiting anyone for laughs.

Thus far this week, I’m engaging in creating my own laughs. It is hilarious that I’m typing here when I’m suppose to be doing the laundry I planned on doing, 🤣.

Later…

I got up and put in a load if clothes in the washer. It is now in the dryer with who knows how many minutes because I forgot to press Start on my phone timer. 

😂

See how easy laughter can be.

The Last Monday of February 2026

An Early Bird

What say y’all about this month 

sprinting into March?

I say, Whoa! 

Storing up ways to create slow weeks is a worthy endeavor. A problem with that, as I see it, is that I don’t like the best one. Getting up early.

If I rise early feeling spiffy, then that is all right. I go with it. But up at sunrise for me has lost its luster. There’s no good reason why that changed. 

Changing back to starting my day early feels reasonable to me. Today is a wash as 6 AM* was hours ago. I’m setting this Tuesday’s wake-up alarm for 6 AM. 

Are you an early riser?

Does starting the day early make the day feel longer for you?

* Day one of 6 AM alarm: 😂 Birds aren’t even up.I don’t like this idea of 6 AM at this time. Will try again in April.

USA! Hockey Gold!

 USA MEN’s Hockey Team 

Won Gold!

Tears of Joy!

There is something about hockey, I believe, especially in New England, that flows in the deep like no other sport. 

Even my old holy rollie Bible hugging grandmother could turn into a fire breathing monster during a hockey game. 

A Tale of Two Tissue Boxes

This morning I have an idea that makes me laugh. Mentality, how thinking has moods like the phases of the Moon, tidal schedules, low and high pressure systems, aging.

Especially fun to explore is the why we didn’t think of that sooner.

Tissue. I used one box of tissue at a time. On the sofa, the box is on the coffee table. In the recliner, I move the box to the side table. 

Why? I buy two boxes of tissue at a time. I have no fear of two boxes being opened at the same time. Common sense says one box belongs on the coffee table and the other belongs on the side table. Two boxes. Two places. 

No more getting up to go over and grab the tissue box adds a feeling of luxury to my life. If I had half a dozen reading glasses stationed around my home, then I’d be near delirious with happiness.