Pieces of the Whole
Okay, he’s had nothing to complain about. But it’s Caturday, which means I’m home, and he and Mimi get my full attention–if they want it. Right now Mimi’s under the bed and Walter’s on the windowsill, so I have a moment to myself.
Image credits: Cesar Cat © Belinda O; Paws in Heart © Bigstock
I’m ahead of the game here, folks, because usually I post these holidays in the evening, after we’ve had a fair chance to celebrate. But this one deserves a little forewarning, so you can plan a little.
Okay, I don’t really expect anyone out there to kiss someone you wouldn’t otherwise touch. Apparently the whole idea of this day came, at least in part, from the whole idea of kissing someone you have a crush on, something I would never have dreamed of doing. And likely never will dream of doing, for multiple reasons.
But make tomorrow’s kisses a little extra special, just to celebrate. And don’t limit yourself to romantic kisses. Try kissing a baby. Kiss someone on the cheek. Kiss your cats.
Just pucker up.
Image credits: Woman kissing © studiostoks–stock.adobe.com.
I’ve heard the adage “always tell the truth, it’s easiest to remember” credited to several people. I’m not sure who first said it–I know Mark Twain said something close–but I believe it. I have a good memory, but if I were to get wrapped up in a serious lie, I’m sure I’d trip myself up at some point.
I try to be honest, and most of the time, I am. Still, when I went on an online diet recently, I lied about what I’d eaten. Too embarrassing to put it in print. I don’t mind saying that here because I’m not confessing to too much, but I sure didn’t want to tell the anonymous people who might be reviewing my food diary. So I quit that diet and I’m trying something else. Not particularly successfully, but with greater success than I had with that program.
Well, now, here I go. I have had more success lately, but the word “greater” might be misleading. “Slightly more” would be the more accurate term. I wasn’t lying, but I understand how easy it is to fall into deception.
It hurts me when friends or family think I’ve lied to them, especially since I usually haven’t in the way they think I have. I may have at other times–like I said, I’m honest most of the time–but not the times of which they’re accusing me. And once someone is convinced you’re lying, all the proof in the world won’t change their mind. At least, that’s my experience.
We live in a cynical world, and people would rather believe someone is lying than be caught believing said liar told the truth. There are some exceptions–some people will believe others can only tell the truth, when all the evidence points to the exact opposite.
How do we discern the truth? Obviously, past history is a great way to predict the future. Also, most people, and I’m including those who are basically honest, have a tell when they lie, and a little experience can teach us what that might be. And let’s not discount listening to our gut.
I heard a famous author promoting his book about human behavior (and I’m not sure I remember who it is–Malcolm Gladwell, perhaps?) and he said something that went against everything I’d been told: there is no certain way to tell is someone is lying or being honest. We’ve all heard about common human behaviors that will tell others what’s going on, but apparently, there’s no scientific backup for that.
Bottom line, we can only control our own words and actions. So be honest–it’s not only the easiest thing to remember, it’s what others will remember about you.
Image Credits: Boy with long nose © Michele Paccione, stock.adobe.com; Signposts © Jon Anders Wiken, stock.adobe.com.
Good grief, someone actually thought it was a good idea to make a holiday out of eating cookie dough. Don’t get me wrong, in my time I’ve barreled my way through plenty of chocolate chip cookie dough (and isn’t that what most of us think of when it comes to eating the gooey stuff?). My brother used to make cookies just to eat the dough, and then he’d leave the baking to me. Well, that was the idea, anyway.
So today, let’s celebrate one really bad–and potentially dangerous–habit. I’m only going to dream of the stuff, but someday I’ll make that dream come true.
For Father’s Day, a classic film noir film that everyone–fathers, daughters, sons and whoever else is in your circle–can enjoy together. Happy Father’s Day!
In foggy San Francisco, world-weary private detective Sam Spade (Humphrey Bogart) has taken on a new case from beauty Ruth Wonderly (Mary Astor). Spade’s partner, Miles Archer (Jerome Cowan), is clearly attracted to Miss Wonderly, and agrees to go undercover that night on her behalf. While seeking out the man she believes can help her, he is fatally shot—and so is the subject of his search.
Spade discovers, or rather confirms, that Ruth Wonderly is not her real name, and she is apparently Brigid O’Shaughnessy. The two are caught up in a passionate affair, yet that seemingly doesn’t cloud his judgment in uncovering clues in the case.
Humphrey Bogart, Mary Astor
Spade does determine the real crux of Brigid’s concern is the Maltese Falcon, an ancient small…
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