Expectations. That is what I just thought about. If you do not have them, you are neither delighted or disappointed about an outcome. If you have high expectations, you may be let down. And low expectations, you might be pleasantly surprised.
The reason I am thinking about all this? Well, I had very little I felt like writing about tonight. So I hope your expectations are little to none.
Then onward. Tonight’s installment.
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More on sneaking about. A continuation from yesterday’s observations.
We saw many marvelous things yesterday. Far too many to recount all of them here. The world is jammed-packed with things of wonder, I’ll tell. All we have to do, is notice.
A few of note.
This little tree.
You know, this squatty tree looks a bit lonesome to me. Hundreds, and hundreds of trees in the surrounding area. But this little tree stands all by itself. I wonder if it all by itself for a reason. Is it shunned? Or the opposite, is it the leader? Tree mystery.
Besides that, it looks like a Hershey Kiss.
Toilet Paper Art.
Every stall, a gallery. Waiting to be viewed. It will keep you rolling in the aisles. Or at the edge of your seat.
Mary had a Dirty Martini at St. Elmo’s yesterday. I noticed the olives had little stars on their butts. Star-bottomed-olives. Besides all that…. I could never have a dirty martini. For a lot of different reasons. Mainly, because I don’t drink. But if I did… it could most certainly could NOT be a dirty martini. I’m way too OCD to drink a dirty anything.
Maybe it is my name. But Polly always wants a cracker. Especially Big. Square. Hearty. Crackers.
Oh these Crackers. I’m almost certain they will make the world a better place somehow. I mean. They are square. And they are hearty. C’mon.
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And back to expectations. I expect I shall be heading to bed now.
“Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect.”
― Margaret Mitchell
“What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
“Fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.”
― Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club