Mental Health Day

Wednesday, June 21st, 2017 12:58 pm
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[personal profile] rolanni

People have been behaving badly on the internet.  What a surprise.

I'm reminded of a story I read once, true or not, who knows, which was to the effect that, when switchboards first became a Thing, the newly-organized phone company had initially hired boys as operators, because -- cheap labor.  Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that something about having all that access acted on boys like catnip on cats; they began pranking callers, and just in general behaving badly.  Couldn't seem to help themselves, really, poor things.  So the phone companies fired the boy operators and hired women, because -- cheap labor.  And that worked out much better for all concerned.

Personally, I think there's a genetic disposition, a kind of allergy to electrons, so that when people with this allergy are exposed to this allergen, they behave as badly as possible.  Remove the electrons, and they revert to being perfectly innocuous and civilized members of society.

Well.

In other news, I've taken up meditation, as part of my project to avoid a Major Depressive Incident, such as I experienced last year.  As we all know, depression makes us stupid, and I'm still finding errors that I made during the last (really bad, by my standards; maybe one of the Biggest since records started to be kept, some 40 years ago) -- some serious, but none, thank ghod, fatal, though one was particularly scary.  So, anyway, despite a lifetime of crash-burn-rise-up-eventually-slighty-sooty, I'm now trying to alter the pattern, and to be proactive.  Which means, yes, meditation, and also ruthlessly slashing toxic -- and even perennially irritating -- people out of my life.

If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, expect to see me less.  I'll try to pick back up posting more regularly here (this blog is mirrored at Eagles Over the Kennebec).  I love you all, but -- survival is important to the appearance of more stories.

So, that.

Yesterday, Steve and I took a mental health day.  We went down to Old Orchard Beach, where it was foggy and windy(!) and too chilly to sit on the beach and read, which had been my Plan A.  We did a short beach walk, then went down to Wells, where it was also foggy and windy(!), and stood around on the public landing, watching the kites, and Steve took pictures with his new camera.

After, we crossed over to Sanford, and stopped for lunch at the Cockpit Cafe at the airport.  And there we saw George W. Bush arrive, and board the (Embraer Legacy twin-jet) plane that had been waiting for him.

On the way home from Sanford, we made one more ocean stop -- at Pine Point -- and then came home, where I continued the electron-free theme (not totally true, since I'm reading an ebook), until it was time for the evening meal, a glass of wine and a chapter read outloud from The Cat Who Saw Red (yeah, it's a re-read; we decided to do the Cat Who's in order to follow Qwilleran's arc).

This morning, I baked peasant olive bread while Steve went to cardio-gym, and also figured out the penultimate scene in the cheater story.

I may not have reported here that I bought myself a chair side table (a so-called C-table) for the reading corner.

Here are some pictures:

This first was taken when the table came home. At the time the photo was snapped, it had been in the house for less than five minutes:

This is what the table looks like, unadorned:

And here is Sprite, reasserting her claim:

Date: 2017-06-21 05:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] malkingrey
Personally, I think there's a genetic disposition, a kind of allergy to electrons, so that when people with this allergy are exposed to allergen, they behave as badly as possible. Remove the electrons, and they revert to being perfectly innocuous and civilized members of society.

Back in the old days of GEnie, the moderators used to refer to it as MOPD -- Modem-Induced Personality Dysfunction.

(They also speculated that a kind of lycanthropy might also be involved, causing users who were known to be well-mannered and reasonable in the light of day to turn into trolls and werewolves in the glow of a computer monitor.)

Date: 2017-06-21 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] martianmooncrab
survival is important to the appearance of more stories.

and I agree, good luck with the meditation..

Date: 2017-06-21 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Good on you for continuing to fight the good fight to avoid the MDI--sympathies and empathies. You do what you have to do.

Sprite obviously approves, which validates your good taste. Go you!

On the topic of the reading Table

Date: 2017-06-21 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Re: The Staff

All furniture is the perview of the cats. Should furniture be provided with utility other than that of the cats it should revert to the cats use. Any priority not exclusively held for the cats will be superseded by any priority of the aforementioned cats. When unsure it is the cats'.

Counsel of the management

Date: 2017-06-22 02:06 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Very nice of you to buy a perch for Sprite! I am sure she appreciated it. :)

- Wendy

New Furniture

Date: 2017-06-22 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] theowlunderground
There was something obviously cattywompus with the energy flow in that table. Ever alert to the vagarities of the quantumverse, HFH* Princess Sprite, mistress of feng shui, has taken it upon herself to harmonize the chi and regularize the flow of cations in the table in order to integrate it into the energy matrix of the household.

That's a nifty little table, BTW. Obviously sturdy, obviously useful, and it's rather snazzy looking, too, with or without the cat.

*HFH - Her Feline Highness.
Edited Date: 2017-06-22 06:34 am (UTC)

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