"Should I stop making smoothies?" This bleak treatise is shot through with hilarity & a conclusion of wearily smiling acceptance. A witty, wonderful trip through your great fevered brain. Loved it. Screw that soulless delivery guy. It makes a good case for more brick & mortar transactions & schlepping home blenders in real time. Nice piece of public service, Paul!
I've had similar thoughts that you wrote in the paragraph that begins with "My internal dialogue gets worse". Could be evidence that neither one of us is crazy. Or maybe both us are crazy! Haha! Thank you as always for such skilled and meaningful writing.
Nerve racking. Glad you broke loose, got some sleep. Always well written, which is the brilliance in the middle of the stream. I know you will not follow the following suggestion, but you are always welcome to c/o address to me any package whose doorman will happily log in such deliveries with precise arrival times and details, and then secure it in the locked closet for such packages herein. The walk over isn't a bother for me, though it would be for you, if done that way. I can simply forward their updates with the exact time and date of delivery done. Hopefully, I won't be making you sick over it, anyway. Or you can walk over here whenever is good for you and retrieve your package from my doorman or me. You have verifiable access at all times, you do know that. On the piece, wonderful saturation of details on compulsivity. Painful actually. You get that across. Best part is your lifetime partners knowing best how to let you do your thing. That is a huge gift for you all. Pray this helps, doesn't worsen. Love and hugs. Constance
LOL! Maybe therapy wouldn't be such a bad idea, Paul. And if the therapist is as loony as some I've met, you'll have another story to write. 😁
That's a good way to look at it, Sue. Maybe if I can THEM to pay ME, I could get somewhere. Thanks, as always.
oh what a fun read. maddening tho it was. more so for you. hope you are enjoying a smoothie this morning.
Thanks, Tabby. I'll get around to making that smoothie one day...
"Should I stop making smoothies?" This bleak treatise is shot through with hilarity & a conclusion of wearily smiling acceptance. A witty, wonderful trip through your great fevered brain. Loved it. Screw that soulless delivery guy. It makes a good case for more brick & mortar transactions & schlepping home blenders in real time. Nice piece of public service, Paul!
You are the best, Ellen. Thank you.
I've had similar thoughts that you wrote in the paragraph that begins with "My internal dialogue gets worse". Could be evidence that neither one of us is crazy. Or maybe both us are crazy! Haha! Thank you as always for such skilled and meaningful writing.
Thanks, Jeff. It's always so great when people take the time to comment. Much appreciated.
Forgot to give praise to the photos choices. So perfectly fit, and edgy. Yours and Tonya's.
Nerve racking. Glad you broke loose, got some sleep. Always well written, which is the brilliance in the middle of the stream. I know you will not follow the following suggestion, but you are always welcome to c/o address to me any package whose doorman will happily log in such deliveries with precise arrival times and details, and then secure it in the locked closet for such packages herein. The walk over isn't a bother for me, though it would be for you, if done that way. I can simply forward their updates with the exact time and date of delivery done. Hopefully, I won't be making you sick over it, anyway. Or you can walk over here whenever is good for you and retrieve your package from my doorman or me. You have verifiable access at all times, you do know that. On the piece, wonderful saturation of details on compulsivity. Painful actually. You get that across. Best part is your lifetime partners knowing best how to let you do your thing. That is a huge gift for you all. Pray this helps, doesn't worsen. Love and hugs. Constance
Thanks, Connie. I may take you up on that yet. Lots of love!