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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.


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!