
Monday Moaning 11/15/21


{No words, well, other than these. Just a Single Sunday Snapshot.}

Did you know that today is World Kindness Day?! No? I kinda didn’t either. But according to a quick Googling (should that word be capitalized since we’re using it as a kinda generic verb now?), WKD is celebrated every year on November 13.
Here’s my kinda extensive research:

Coincidentally, I snapped this photo the other day of a cool and kinda appropriate-for-today t- shirt.

We CAN be both. Or at least we kinda can.

And here’s a little about how World Kindness Day got started:

If you’re interested, here’s a kinda informative and encouraging article about ways to be kind … to yourself, family, community and the earth:
https://www.cnn.com/2021/11/13/health/world-kindness-day-2021-acts-wellness/index.html

HAPPY KINDNESS DAY 2021!
LET’S FIND A WAY OR TWO TO BE KINDA TODAY — AND EVERY DAY.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

Prepping for dinner last night, I looked down into the kitchen sink, and lo and behold, a work of art materialized!

Sorta pre-Christmasy.




Confession/TIB (Truth In Blogging): We ate the art.




A blog category of pics I’ve taken of Hubby Robert and … well, just about anything.
Robert and Veterans Day 2021

Robert served in the US Army 1986-2009. He served four tours of Iraq and multiple other deployments.

Thank you for your service, Robert


Here’s a rather messily photographed past post from back in 2014. I may still have had a flip phone. I’m loath to change.
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Yes I admit it, I’m an optimist. Pollyanna’s a very good buddy. We take tap dancing together.
What I actually mean is I’m USUALLY a somewhat cheery person. But not always. A while back, I underwent a fairly unpleasant medical procedure. (I’m a big baby when it comes to anything that hurts at a .5 or higher on a 1-10 pain level.)
Here I am in the waiting room, reading about blogging:

Finally I was called back to the eerily quiet and humanly empty procedure room where I had to wait in nervous solitude for quite a while. The doctor was running way behind.
I got bored pretty quickly and started playing with the IPhone’s … reverse camera capability. Doesn’t that sound better than saying I took a bunch of selfies?



I looked at these terrible pictures, grimaced at their muted and otherworldly haziness, realized I wasn’t smiling–and started to delete them.
Then it hit me.
“Get real, Neal. It’s okay not to smile. It’s okay to be muted and hazy … and to be by yourself for a while. Being out of focus doesn’t mean being out of life.”
For some reason, I have always appreciated, even revered, “the view from behind.”
As a child, on the first day of each new school year, I was a nervous wreck waiting for the teacher to announce our seating arrangement. Front of the class? 😢 Too much exposure! Too revealing! Too out there! Far too much responsibility to “be.”
A nice, comfy seat toward the back? 😁 Perfect. I get to observe, to “see.” To calmly breathe.
Note to self: ASAP, schedule at least three long therapy sessions to discuss the three short paragraphs above.
But for now, allow me to introduce my newest NealEnJoy blog category: “The View from Behind,” where I invite you to join me somewhere in the back.

Always hold an “alligator” (or any challenging life … critter) in front of you, and if you can, kindly but temporarily tape its mouth closed.
In a souvenir store on Broughton Street here in Savannah …

T-shirts telling the truth get on my last nerve.
