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Melancholy and Mirth

I haven’t been blogging because my malaise turned into a case of melancholy. I suppose I should have taken my vitamin C when I felt it coming on. Or maybe the emotional equivalent, that being Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog. (My new mantra: “Everything happens.”)

Actually, it may not have been enough. Summer is ending, the house is a disaster, my projects aren’t done, and... well, stuff. But I do feel like I’m getting back on track. It doesn’t hurt when I see a great Yahoo header like:
Huge inflatable art piece escapes museum, wreaks havoc
that leads to an even better article...
A giant inflatable dog turd by American artist Paul McCarthy blew away from an exhibition in the garden of a Swiss museum, bringing down a power line and breaking a greenhouse window before... it fell back to Earth in the grounds of a children’s home.
Oh Yahoo, you had me at “giant inflatable dog turd.” But the mirth continues as I think of the children laughing and laughing at the biggest potty joke ever.

3 comments:

TadMack said...

!!!!!!!!

ONLY in Europe.

Meh. I'm feeling you on the malaise and melancholy. It hasn't been warm enough to count as summer, and already the cold/rain thing is coming back for days on end. Between that and the usual drowning-in-projects, ugh... Hang in there.

Kelly Fineman said...

Thank you for the giant dog turd.

In return, I bring you word that Julia Child was OSS during WWII. How cool is that? (I wasn't surprised to learn it, by the way.)

I am this close to melancholy myself. Singing "come to me my melancholy baby" helps ward it off.

Vivian said...

We've had practically two and a half weeks of rain, and I've had it. Thankfully it was sunny today.

Thanks for this headline and article. Funny.

Hope you're feeling better!