Last night I was out for a bit to celebrate my Sister’s birthday. It was just four friends hanging out and catching up after not seeing each other for a while. We talked about a lot of topics and were waxing philosophical at times.
Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff:
Example: The glass is either half empty or half full.
We were drinking wine at the time and all agreed half full was better. Duh.
Except then I went to bed and I had a dream.
Picture a blizzard in Wisconsin… your driveway is either half empty or half full of snow. Totally empty is better than totally full when it comes to driveways full of snow, hence half empty is better than half full. Duh.
Now I am totally confused.
Close Only Counts in Horseshoes and Hand Grenades:
I have a neighbor who throws horseshoes in his backyard. He is really good. Clang, clang, clang… The problem is he likes to throw these horseshoes on Sunday afternoons around 3pm. Prime nap time. That is when I am wishing I had a hand grenade. Just sayin’.
This is the same neighbor that raises chickens in the summer as some sort of thing for his kids. The first summer he got totally bamboozled and got only boy chicks… Cock-a-doodle-doo X 6 every morning at the ungodly hour of 4-5am. Actually he is two doors down but I have good hearing so I was lying in bed every morning listening to the chickens and thinking about hand grenades. This year was better and he got 5 girl chicks and one boy. One Cock-a-doodle-doo was fine. There is some kind of life lesson here, only I am not sure what. How many cocks do you need? One is fine, six is too many and that is all I know so far. Bow-chic-a- bow-bow.
This is the same neighbor who shows up at the door every once in a while with a big mason jar of maple syrup. The real deal… yum. This makes up for the chickens… actually, I really like chickens now that I think about it. I think out in LA they eat fried chicken with waffles and syrup. I have to try that sometime.
I know, I know… you are thinking to yourself…GGJ, are you still asleep? How much wine did you consume?
Not too much and I think I am awake.
Mostly, I am happy. Happiness defies the laws of physics. You can’t be half empty of happiness… you can only be half full.