There’s that famous saying about changing those things you can and accepting those things you can’t. What it doesn’t detail is what to do to help yourself accept those things you can’t change. Or perhaps, those things that you could change, and want desperately to, but are bound by duty or by honor to accept. This latter case is especially difficult compared to those things you just can’t change. So what does one do? I leave it as an open question for my readers (all zero of you 😉 ).
Today I have found I am grateful that I never did put that old racquetball away; taking it out of my car and slamming it against the cinder block wall at the back of the building was the vent in my teapot.
These tips were in my FB news feed today (shared with a photo from http://www.facebook.com/eve.bass). Some of them sound pretty legit, and I’ll have to try them out. Others, either because of the way they are worded or the actual ideas suggested I’m going to have to pass on. Here are my favorites, either way.
2) Cornstarch: Untangle Knots
Sprinkling cornstarch into tough knots, such as shoe laces helps loosen them.
I’m always making a rat’s nest of knots when I winterize people’s swamp coolers. Then in the spring I have to deal with my mess. I’ll have to give this a try when spring finally decides to stop teasing us and get on in earnest. But, I think I’d prefer to use nutrient-less white flour: flour just sounds better to me than starch.
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Some spammers are now using the ploy of video footage of the recent tragedy at the Boston Marathon to try to hook unsuspecting fish. What is wrong with these people? Have they not even a shred of decency?
<conspiracy-theorist>Maybe the spammers did it, so they could have a more enticing hook?</conspiracy-theorist>
So, if anyone reading this blog is a friend, dear or otherwise, and is offended at the suggestion that they might be a monster because they willingly give up their privacy, I apologize. You may be a cute monster, a dear monster, even a hot monster, but still a monster by Milan Kundera’s estimation.
“A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being