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Day #345: What Have You Done Today?

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The Story:

Little girl, little girl

What have you done today?

I have done nothing,

Nothing but play.

Young lady, young lady

What will you do this week?

Not that it matters- I choose to do nothing,

My life is so desperately bleak.

Hello ma’am, hello ma’am

Tell me about your year?

Honestly sir, there is nothing to tell…

Can you believe it’s already the New Year?


Grandma, Grandma

Tell us about your life in past decades?

 Hmmm… nothing comes to mind…

Now who’s up for a game of Spades?


The Not So Fantastic Reality:

The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:

ONE:      Ever have those moments where you think about your life and you wonder, “What the heck have I been doing all this time?” and the answer sounds something like, “A whole bunch of nothing, that’s what I’ve been doing.” Today was another day that will probably go down in the books as one more wasted for yours truly. I’m feeling a bit under the weather, both physically and emotionally- I’m flat out drained. After 9 hours of having to be ‘on’ at work and have all the answers at the drop of a hat, by the time I get home, especially when I’m not feeling well, the last thing I want to do is…well, anything. The little ditty above is a version of a dialog I have with myself from time to time, and encapsulates my underlying fear, a fear I think we all share on some level, that life will pass me by and I will not have done anything of consequence. I’d like to think that when I’m gone, or even while I’m still around (preferably) I will have done something of import, I will have impacted someone or something, I will have lived a life worth living. Today, I feel like I let myself down. Luckily, tomorrow is only a few hours away. See you then.

Love & Squirrels.


Day #176: Table In The Corner

The Story:


Shown to the back of the room

I shrug my shoulders

At least I’m near an exit,

I tell myself sarcastically.

Scanning the room

For one familiar face

I see there are none

And go back to the task at hand.

Primping and preening

All is made presentable

Wondering about my plastered smile

I wander to the bathroom.

Grinning into the scratched and dinged mirror

I shake my head at the awkward expression

Sitting on my face

Like a drunk on a three-legged bar stool.


Sighing in resigned indignity,

I return to the main room.

Head down, avoiding eye contact,

I walk to the back of the room.

But what’s this?

My table, my table- it’s gone!



A few moments are spent questioning sanity- how could a whole table disappear?

 Snapping out of it, I scan the room for the second time that day

Tables of laughing, socializing strangers block my view

And force me to search on foot.

Finally, tucked in an obscured corner

I see it

Just as I left it

But about as far from its point of origin as possible.

I have been brushed even further out of the way

My table is now hidden behind a myriad of other tables

Not for the first time, I wonder why I bothered to come

 As I stare at my neighbor- a large Ficus plant.



The Not So Fantastic Reality:

The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:

ONE:      Today was a strange day, professionally speaking. Ever show up to an event or a meeting and immediately realize it was a mistake to come? Yeah, that was me today at yet another graduate fair. The organizers were very professional, the other vendors very kind, but there was no need for me to be a participant in what inevitably turned into a four hour block of time spent people watching, sipping a free Coke and nibbling at a free Danish. Things did not get off to a good start, something I should have taken as an indication of how the rest of the day would go. I was led to my assigned table by a very lovely student, so what if it was in the very back of the room? No big deal. After setting up everything, fanning out flyers, setting out some pens etc., I decided to go back to the office and try to get a little bit of work done before having to come back for the rest of the day. Well, upon my return about 10 minutes before the start of the event, I walked to the back of the room, to where I knew my table was and- it was gone. Another school was set up in its place. What the deuce?  For a few seconds there, I really questioned my sanity- did I just imagine setting up my table in the back? Was I confused somehow? I even thought I might have wandered into the wrong room. Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I spied my table- on the other side of the room and in the corner. Now I was wondering if someone was playing some type of weird joke on me. Why would anyone go to the trouble of moving my table? I slowly approached my new location, looking for anyone stifling a giggle and found that everything was just as I had set it up. Weird. As I sat down, I was still half waiting for someone to pop out and say “Gotcha!” but it never happened. My current location in the corner was, let’s say, less than desirable, and I was completely ignored by about 99% of the students who attended. All I kept thinking was, “Nobody puts Baby in the corner!”. Oh well, at least I got to sit next to a Ficus.

And I Had The time of my life...

Love & Squirrels.