Giving my Oscar the Grouch the boot…

It is just a bad day, not a bad life.I am having one of those days where I am tempted to crawl back under the covers and start over. After cleaning oatmeal off the kitchen floor – and off the kitten who thought chasing his sister through my legs was a good idea  – I am having a heard time getting myself going.

Not ready to hit the home office, I decide to knock Carrot Soup off my To Do List (otherwise known as the “Things To Do-to-avoid-writing-without-feeling-too-guilty List”). Last weekend, I had dug up my carrot patch. Months of feeding, watering and weeding had produced two paltry freezer bags filled with carrots the size of my pinkie (yup, my green thumb did not extend to my veggie patch this year).

Chop, chop, chopping away, I soon have half my harvest steaming on the stove. Feeling my mood begin to shift out of Oscar the Grouch-land, I plunk myself in front of the computer hoping inspiration will come. Soon I am lost in email, Twitter, posts from fellow bloggers: doing everything and anything but writing. Time ticking by, I do not concern myself with the prospect of mushy carrots, knowing they are destined for the blender any ways.

Ready for a break, I head into the kitchen, lift the lid, and am greeted with a waft of smoke.

After trying – and failing — to convince myself that smoked carrot soup is a palatable option, I say goodbye to my garden harvest.  With the grouch-o-meter climbing, I scrape away the blackened nuggets clinging to the steamer and try to figure out how to clean the hardened tar off the bottom of the pot. An empty can of stainless steel cleaner later, I turn to the internet for help.

Quickly discovering that I am not the only kitchen wizard to let a pot boil dry, I find a YouTube video that shows the magic of simmering together water, dish detergent and baking soda. Too impatient to watch the whole video, I fill the pot to the highest char mark and add a liberal amount of baking soda along with several squirts of dish soap. Ignoring the memory of how baking soda plus vinegar equals fizz, I crank the heat on the stove with a, “Nah…it won’t have the same effect”. Wrong.  Soon white fizzy goo is running down the sides and crusting on the stove.

Yes, I know. In the big scheme of life, my early morning kitchen fiasco is minor. Yet I will confess that I was working myself up to a full-on grouch. Now, I am laughing. Writing put it in perspective.

I can focus on the mess in my kitchen or be grateful that I have a kitchen (and that it now has a pleasant lemony-dish soap smell). DSCF2109I can also focus on the fact that I will soon be able to cross Blog Post off my To Do List and that as I write, my kitten writing companions are in their adorably cute sleepy-mode (which means one is not jumping up on the filing cabinet to eat the plant and the other is not blocking my view of the computer screen as she bats at the cursor).

It really is about choice, isn’t it? I can choose to continue to be grouchy or I can choose to laugh and move on. Either way, the pot is still burned and my carrots are gone.

Yes, today I am choosing to see the glimmer amongst the char. I will switch my thinking and see the glass half full…and will ignore the voice saying it is not yet noon; still plenty of time to knock the glass over.

“Humor can alter any situation and help us cope at the very instant we are laughing.” — Allen Klein

“A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs – jolted by every pebble in the road.” –  Henry Ward Beecher

“I think the next best thing to solving a problem is finding some humor in it.” –  Frank A. Clark

“Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.” — Christopher Morley

“A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life.” — William Arthur Ward

“Humor is the great thing, the saving thing. The minute it crops up, all our irritation and resentments slip away, and a sunny spirit takes their place.”  — Mark Twain

“Laugh as much as possible, always laugh. It’s the sweetest thing one can do for oneself and one’s fellow human beings.” – Maya Angelou

4 Responses to “Giving my Oscar the Grouch the boot…”

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  1. Loreen Graw says:

    thanks, Diane…have to say I started laughing before you even mentioned humor…great post!
    lots of love, Loreen

  2. says:

    Hi Diane
    Yes, we do always have the choice about our attitudes. And I think for the most part, the only days wasted are those in which we have not laughed.

  3. says:

    Nice post Diane and it is very true that perspective is everything.

  4. Kim says:

    Wow! This sounds a lot like my day (this past Saturday). Without going into a lot of details I’ll just say it was a combination of dugout+water pump+inattentiveness = Kim getting soaked not once, but twice! Now for me, there is no fun in keeping my mishaps to myself so despite that fact that there were no witnesses I just HAD to share the two stories with my boyfriend. It is much more fun to share a laugh with someone (even if I’m the subject) than to laugh alone…just from my perspective :)

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