Some people enjoy putting themselves out there. We went to a Merry Crispness party or maybe it was a Merry Chipness party in celebration of Pringles at a neighbor’s house for Christmas Eve Eve. I wasn’t even close to the mystery flavors. Boop tried a tiny bit of one chip, which was a big accomplishment. She is working hard in OT. Although she’s started to have some social anxiety since the confinement, Boop is still quite the extravert. If she’s not out there in the mix, she’s more anxious. Fortunately, most of my neighbors these days are very kind-hearted and can manage both of us: her out there and me hoping that if I lean on the wall enough that it will suck me in. After she had chased the mini-Jeep around the circle, she was exhausted and conceded that she would go home.
This is all the news that is fit to print about us, I guess,
here on my baby blog. I wonder what kind of distorted perceptions folks get
from different slices of our lives? As bizarre as it might sound, I’ve
suspected that more than one tribe is hiking up this creek, the existential
dread. Who knows what perception folks have of me, or how they got it? This is
all too self-indulgent. Mostly, my life is pretty plain; although a couple of
folks can push my buttons. Angry, jealous me is rarely seen but is entirely
unpleasant. And I rarely give someone the satisfaction to know that I was so
affected. These days I’m trying to focus on the gains that Boop is making,
rather than the frustrations. I have to think that 2022 will be better.
A belated Merry Christmas when I finally post this—across many
ponds.
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