Sour

I was told two nights ago that I am sour. Which made me cry. And also made me want to take a poll to see who was actually sourer, but that would be highly impractical and would not exactly prove my point. Instead I’m going to show how I am filled to the gill with cheer, stuffed fat with positivity. And in keeping with my recent post, in July 2012, when I was also overcome with gratitude (the commodity that trades so high on Facebook) I am going to list all the reasons why.

My new organic face cream goes on thick and gloppy as school paste but smells of coconut, so I spend an hour every morning smelling like a Mounds bar. Which smell better than they taste, but I’m not planning to take a bite out of my own nose or anything. That would be very negative.

My new acupuncturist/bodyworker told me that until his needles and bodywork have worked their magic on my sacroiliac joint I shouldn’t do the daily physical therapy that involves four separate Therabands (each with unique clever knots), a basket full of taped-together balls, two yoga blocks, a yoga mat, a chair, a huge rubber ball, a timer, and over an hour. He says I should surf instead.

Plus, I think he’s a miracle worker and I’m talking back-from-the-dead, loaves-and-fishes level miracles.

Bernie Sanders.

This happy lamp, which I have just started using again to treat seasonal affective disorder. It’s set up on one side of me though, so I’m only half happy, but saying so is sour, so we’ll focus on my right side, which is jumping up and down with joy.

The guy who called me sour, because even though he’s crazy enough to marry a sour person, and um, forthright enough to tell me about it, he still lets me read the front section of the Times first, even though I don’t have to clock in to work at 8:15 AM anymore*, and he now folds it neatly after he’s read it because sour people don’t like it when their newspapers look like they have been used to clean a windshield. Plus he’s handsome and brilliant and he loves me.

*See previous joyous post.

Comments

[Beth]

Hmmm. You never come off as sour online (that I've seen). Maybe a little aloof sometimes, but primarily friendly and open, and really, really smart.

[Karen]

ummm... I regularly refer to myself as a curmudgeon, in quite a boastful manner ... words are all in how you look at them, and if I get a margarita without any sour, I am severely disappointed.