Because we’re a strange species

I wasn’t going to post tonight, because I’m tired and don’t have much to say.  My only real news is that I’m planning NOT to watch the Downton season premier because I can’t afford to lose two precious hours of sleep and I assume it’ll be streaming all week on PBS.  THAT’S the kind of day I’m having, friends.  But hey, it’s not bad.  I can handle it.  I thought to myself: I’ll just log onto Amazon quick and find me a wall calendar, because it’s been irritating that we don’t yet have one for our kitchen wall where we write down our shared lives.  (And without which no one gets anywhere.)

And then I saw the array of calendars at Amazon.  This is, honestly, the order in which they are appearing on the current page:

Hunger Games

Mystique X-Posed (yes, it’s porn)

Extraordinary Chickens (yes, it’s about poultry: the cover bird has a fabulous bouffant obscuring most of its face)

Victoriana

Nuns Having Fun

Game of Thrones

Harley Davidson

People, we are a strange and wonderful creation.  Or at the very least, strange.  You may wonder: what did I settle on?  Pema Chodron.  I need all the help I can get in remembering mindful living, though I suspect that these calm images and centering words may have the opposite effect on a bad day.  What the heck.  Won’t know till we try.

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One comment on “Because we’re a strange species

  1. rfrasert says:

    Good choice. Her “When Things Fall Apart” is one of my fave books of all time.

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