Well, That's Just Great
Continuing to celebrate five years of “Well, That’s Just Great!”
From August 30, 2010. It ended up being post that was the soul of our book.
wellthatsjustgreat:
Ducky: You OK, Dad?
Me: Yeah. Sorry about last night.
Ducky: You were pretty upset. Did something happen? Did you lose a toy?
Me: Ha. No. Just feeling lonely.
Ducky: I understand. That’s how I feel when you go to work. But you always come back so I can deal.
Me: Yeah. It’s a different kind of lonely, Duck. You wouldn’t understand.
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: Can I tell you a story, Dad?
Me: …Ok.
Ducky: You know you weren’t my first Daddy, right?
Me: Yeah.
Ducky: I loved my first Daddy very much. He took care of me when I was very young. He taught me how to sit, and shake hands, and walk on a leash. He pet me. He made me feel very special.
Me: Yeah.
Ducky: And then one day he left. And left me behind.
Me: At that apartment complex.
Ducky. Yup. And I looked for him for a long time. And when I couldn’t find him I waited for him to come back. And when he didn’t come back, I just sat in those fields spent my days wondering what I did to drive him away. And if I was going to be alone forever.
Me: Sorry, Duck. That must have been awful.
Ducky: But then Judy showed up.
Me: From the shelter.
Ducky: Yup. And she cleaned me up, and took care of me, gave me a place to live, and was a really good friend to me when I needed it. If she hadn’t found me I don’t know what would have happened.
Me: She’s a good person.
Ducky: Yeah. But not a daddy. Do you remember when you found me?
Me: Yeah. At that event at work. Your mom and I had lost Sam a few months earlier. We walked around the corner and there you were.
Ducky: Yup with those two younger, cuter puppies in the crate right next to me.
Me: Yeah. I opened up your crate and you crawled right onto my lap. Like you belonged there.
Ducky: Uh huh. That’s where I was supposed to be. And I didn’t know it until it you were right there in front of me. Until then I really thought I would never have another Daddy. Not a real one.
Me: A real one?
Ducky: Dogs can tell when they have a real daddy and when they’re just being “kept” because they’re fun or cute.
Me: Ah.
Ducky: But you were real. And I found my home that day. I still love and miss my first Daddy, but I am so glad to be here with you.
Me: Yeah.
Ducky: Being lonely and alone hurt, but it got me to a place where I found my real Daddy. So taking the long view, it was worth the pain.
Me: …
Ducky: You’re gonna’ be ok, Daddy.
Me: Thanks, Duck. Love you.
Ducky: Love you too, Daddy.
Ag

Continuing to celebrate five years of “Well, That’s Just Great!”

From August 30, 2010. It ended up being post that was the soul of our book.

wellthatsjustgreat:

Ducky: You OK, Dad?

Me: Yeah. Sorry about last night.

Ducky: You were pretty upset. Did something happen? Did you lose a toy?

Me: Ha. No. Just feeling lonely.

Ducky: I understand. That’s how I feel when you go to work. But you always come back so I can deal.

Me: Yeah. It’s a different kind of lonely, Duck. You wouldn’t understand.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: Can I tell you a story, Dad?

Me: …Ok.

Ducky: You know you weren’t my first Daddy, right?

Me: Yeah.

Ducky: I loved my first Daddy very much. He took care of me when I was very young. He taught me how to sit, and shake hands, and walk on a leash. He pet me. He made me feel very special.

Me: Yeah.

Ducky: And then one day he left. And left me behind.

Me: At that apartment complex.

Ducky. Yup. And I looked for him for a long time. And when I couldn’t find him I waited for him to come back. And when he didn’t come back, I just sat in those fields spent my days wondering what I did to drive him away. And if I was going to be alone forever.

Me: Sorry, Duck. That must have been awful.

Ducky: But then Judy showed up.

Me: From the shelter.

Ducky: Yup. And she cleaned me up, and took care of me, gave me a place to live, and was a really good friend to me when I needed it. If she hadn’t found me I don’t know what would have happened.

Me: She’s a good person.

Ducky: Yeah. But not a daddy. Do you remember when you found me?

Me: Yeah. At that event at work. Your mom and I had lost Sam a few months earlier. We walked around the corner and there you were.

Ducky: Yup with those two younger, cuter puppies in the crate right next to me.

Me: Yeah. I opened up your crate and you crawled right onto my lap. Like you belonged there.

Ducky: Uh huh. That’s where I was supposed to be. And I didn’t know it until it you were right there in front of me. Until then I really thought I would never have another Daddy. Not a real one.

Me: A real one?

Ducky: Dogs can tell when they have a real daddy and when they’re just being “kept” because they’re fun or cute.

Me: Ah.

Ducky: But you were real. And I found my home that day. I still love and miss my first Daddy, but I am so glad to be here with you.

Me: Yeah.

Ducky: Being lonely and alone hurt, but it got me to a place where I found my real Daddy. So taking the long view, it was worth the pain.

Me: …

Ducky: You’re gonna’ be ok, Daddy.

Me: Thanks, Duck. Love you.

Ducky: Love you too, Daddy.

Ag

Yup. Yesterday, today, tomorrow… #depression

Yup. Yesterday, today, tomorrow… #depression

The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing.

The person in whom its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise.

Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames.

And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
David Foster Wallace (via cutlerish)

At times like this it becomes clear to me that there are two kinds of people in the world: those who cannot fathom how anyone could ever reach that point…

And the rest of us who know all too well.

To everyone who ever helped me choose to hold on till morning (whether you realized you were doing it or not), thank you.

Ag

Her: What's bothering you?
Me: Every mistake and poor decision I've made in my life since kindergarten. In no particular sequence and for no particular reason. But one after another in pretty rapid succession.
Her: ...
Me: I was supposed to say, "Nothing. I'm fine. Don't worry about it," wasn't I?

lyssabby-tgod:

You ever get a gut feeling something isn’t right?

The question is, “What’s it like to NOT have that feeling?”

wellthatsjustducky:

Me: You look happy.
Ducky: I am happy.
Me: Why?
Ducky: Because you look happy.
Me: I am happy.
Ducky: Why?
Me: I looked over and you looked happy.
Ducky: And that made you happy?
Me: Yup.
Ducky: That makes me happy.
Me: And that makes me happy.
Ducky: Which in turn makes me happy.
Me: …
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: We should try to look happy more often.
Me: Agreed.
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: So it’s agreed. We’re getting rid of the cat.
Me: ‘Fraid not.
Ducky: Dang.
Me: Thanks for making me happy by being you, Ducky.
Ducky: Thanks for making me happy by being you, Daddy.
Me: I love you, Ducky.
Ducky: I love you, Daddy.
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wellthatsjustducky:

Me: You look happy.

Ducky: I am happy.

Me: Why?

Ducky: Because you look happy.

Me: I am happy.

Ducky: Why?

Me: I looked over and you looked happy.

Ducky: And that made you happy?

Me: Yup.

Ducky: That makes me happy.

Me: And that makes me happy.

Ducky: Which in turn makes me happy.

Me:

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: We should try to look happy more often.

Me: Agreed.

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: So it’s agreed. We’re getting rid of the cat.

Me: ‘Fraid not.

Ducky: Dang.

Me: Thanks for making me happy by being you, Ducky.

Ducky: Thanks for making me happy by being you, Daddy.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

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wellthatsjustducky:

Ducky: Thanks, Daddy.
Me: For what?
Ducky: For being you.
Me: …
Ducky: …
Me: You mean for feeding you and petting you and playing with you?
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: I don’t think that’s what I said. But since you just mentioned feeding me I forget.
Me: Sorry.
Ducky: So let’s try this again. Thank you for being you, Daddy. Thanks for being in my life.
Me: …
Ducky: I appreciate the things you do for me. But what I’m most thankful for is that you’re my Daddy.
Me: …
Ducky: Just felt like telling you. You look down today. So I thought I’d remind you.
Me: Thanks, Duck.
Ducky: Sorry you’re down, Daddy. But I just wanted to let you know that I’m happier with you around than I would be if you weren’t. Try to remember that, okay?
Me: Okay. Thanks, Ducky.
Ducky: You’re welcome.
Me: …
Ducky: Plenty of room down here on the floor if you feel like snuggling
Me: Thanks, Ducky. Sounds good.
Ducky: I love you, Daddy.
Me: I love you too, Ducky.
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wellthatsjustducky:

Ducky: Thanks, Daddy.

Me: For what?

Ducky: For being you.

Me:

Ducky:

Me: You mean for feeding you and petting you and playing with you?

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: I don’t think that’s what I said. But since you just mentioned feeding me I forget.

Me: Sorry.

Ducky: So let’s try this again. Thank you for being you, Daddy. Thanks for being in my life.

Me:

Ducky: I appreciate the things you do for me. But what I’m most thankful for is that you’re my Daddy.

Me:

Ducky: Just felt like telling you. You look down today. So I thought I’d remind you.

Me: Thanks, Duck.

Ducky: Sorry you’re down, Daddy. But I just wanted to let you know that I’m happier with you around than I would be if you weren’t. Try to remember that, okay?

Me: Okay. Thanks, Ducky.

Ducky: You’re welcome.

Me:

Ducky: Plenty of room down here on the floor if you feel like snuggling

Me: Thanks, Ducky. Sounds good.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Me: I love you too, Ducky.

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Ducky is supportive

In order to get the greatest compensation, your boss has to believe that you bring something to organization that no one else can bring…

…so tomorrow I plan to explain how I have the unique ability to instantaneously get thoroughly sick to my stomach by suddenly recalling some tiny mistake I made at some long-since-passed moment of my life for absolutely no discernible reason.

It’s a gift.

Ag