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Pleased By Nothing

No snow yet. Not that I’m quite upset over it, mind–I know it’s a massive hassle to most people, it’s dangerous though pretty, and our part of the world is better off without it.

But I am a little selfishly disappointed. Ah well.

Nothing pleases me today. I am resentful of anything pulling me away from The Cold North, even though most of it is the unavoidable business of living–showers, eating, caring for those under my aegis. The rest of it is work that really does need to be done for other books, proofs and revisions and the like, oh my.

I’m happiest with a surfeit of work and should really stop complaining. But like I said… nothing is pleasing, today. The impeachment hearings are going on, and I am sick-saddened that once again the rich old white men will suffer no consequences. Over and over again they do the worst and endure no punishment. It’s enough to make me doubt justice itself.

Normally I’m a great believer in the arc of history bending towards the light, but I am so nauseous at the lack of consequences for murderous rich old white men, even that is denied me. My capacity for hope has taken quite a beating over the last few years.

Even if there’s no snow, we’ve still laid in a stock of hot choco. The Princess brought home marshmallows yesterday too, so at least there’s that. It’s still chilly enough to snuggle on the couch under a blanket I’m knitting, drink hot cocoa, and perhaps get the last bit of proofing done this weekend. There are also plans for potato-leek soup.

The Princess opened our produce order the other day and said, in tones of surpassing wonder, “There’s a leek in the box!” A short pause. “No, two leeks in the box!” And I laughed so hard I had to sit down while wheezing. All I could think of was SNL and Justin Timberlake’s Dick in a Box; she was thinking of Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and honestly didn’t expect my response.

At odd times since, my brain has served up “It’s a leek in a box!” and I’ll start to snort-laugh helplessly.

This is, I suspect, why I’m unfit for any job or career where I have to be physically around people for any length of time. I just can’t stop cackling at entirely imaginary bullshit.

Anyway, it’s time to take my pleased-by-nothing self for a cuppa–always the best cure for whatever ails one, I firmly believe. And there’s the subscription stuff to be sent off today, after I finish the afternoon errands. I am not fit to be around others in public right now, but needs must when the devil drives, as usual.

Maybe this evening I can spend some time with the damn Viking werewolves. They refuse to sit down and be quiet inside my head–yet another sign of my general unfitness, alas. But it’s hilarious, and if I’m laughing, I don’t mind displeasure so much.

At least I’m having fun.

Over and out.

4 thoughts on “Pleased By Nothing”

  1. Well, I hope today is treating you better and nobody gets eaten by carnivorous mutant sheep.

    The Leek in the Box/Dick in the Box thing immediately jumped me over to Blackadder:
    “What is so hilarious?”
    “It’s… a turnip… shaped exactly… like a thingy!”
    “Which is ironic, m’lord, because I have a thingy shaped exactly like a turnip.”

    I dunno, maybe you had to be there. Anyway, hoping for brighter days ahead.

    • Blackadder is always good. Always. I don’t care what season, I don’t care what iteration, I will ALWAYS laugh at Blackadder. I think it’s Rowan Atkinson’s disgusted face. It just strikes me as absolutely hysterical every. damn. time.

  2. Here in Missouri we have snow in the ground and trees. There are also fractal frost patterns on the kitchen door window.. Website link should take you to my Instagram so you can see the frost fractals.. Hope that helps you for now.

    • I know I shouldn’t complain because in other parts of the country they’re under solid FEET of snow and it’s really an inconvenience and and and…

      But I’m selfish, and wanted a snow day.

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