Emma kaplan

Addicted to my therapist
2017-07-09 16:00:33 (UTC)

Pancakes and laundry

My fiancé made pancakes. Well we made them together. Actually I taught him to make them like he was a little kid. He didn't know how to find a half cup on the measuring glass. He put his pancake batter in the wrong place in the pan. We could only fit 3, not four pancakes and he worried desperately on the next pancake that he could not tell when it was done. He didn't know how to level a cup either. Didn't his Mom ever teach him these things?

Occasionally I buy a dress in two sizes: my current size and the size I'd like to be. Im always planning to get to that size. Today, I fit into the smaller size in a purple, sleeveless, cotton dress. That's after only losing 2.5 lbs.

There must be a formula for telling a comedic story. My fiancé tells me I don't yet have it down. I'd like to learn. Making pancakes with a 32 year old child should be as funny as David Sedaris going to a welfare office. Why not? There can be humor in almost anything, unless you do everything to perfection, but even then....

David sedaris has 157 journals over the years and 800 pages of usable material. Therefore I should be able to share some non remarkable stuff.

For example, my house is so messy that I am stressed. Came back from s vacation and didn't unpack. There are some boxes blocking the front hallway you have to dodge to enter the living room. I had never folded the laundry since before the vacation. And finally, with the laundry full of clean laundry, guess where my dirty laundry is: everywhere. Bathroom floor, chair, bed, bedroom floor, living room couch. Cleaning is a daunting task.

Hoping to head to the gym later today.

Maybe there is joy in not being famous and in anonymity.

Thanks for stopping by and reading! Have a wonderful rest of the weekend!

Continued at 5:21 pm:

There are feelings other than humor that are important, and one of those is the high from exercising. I swam outdoors in warm water at the YMCA. I had half a lane to myself, and the sun shone on my back. It was fab! The pool was fab! What a day.

This goes with my theme of normal people things my parents never did when I was growing up. Going to the outdoor pool is excellent for a lap swimmer or if you want to sit and read.

This would be an opportunity for a skilled writer to describe the scene and make the reader feel like they were there will all those filled up lawn chairs and bikinis. And to add one line of humor.

Perhaps about the sagging skin of some of the members. Or the heavy tans the kind that look broiled in an oven.

The babies were just plain cute. And the pregnant Mom looks so every day. It was a joyous afternoon. And I didn't spend a penny.

My fiancé read, but I'm going to give him some privacy here and not say what. My journal can't be all giving away his secrets. My journal isn't going to just be talking about how funny he is. I will have to write about other things that are funny.

David sedaris never wrote that much about Hugh. And my fiancé is not an alcoholic or abusive or a garbage man that makes 100k a year.

Have a great evening!




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