Early this morning during a beautiful downpour, the only way to get Rose to go outside, was to hoist her over the drenched steps and pavement and put her down on a favorite spot of grass, all while holding an umbrella over her obstinate poodle-head. Dogs in L.A. haven’t seen much rain and they don’t much like it. After almost a full day and evening, we Angeleno humans are still enthralled.
Photo via thisisn’thappiness
One of the great things about having a pet is that they love you even first thing in the morning, regardless of how you look. To them, you’re always beautiful. Come to think of it, my Dad felt the same way about me too. #gratitude
Sign by Matthew Hoffman
I encourage my Coaching clients to socialize (aka network) as an important strategy for job hunting. And at the same time, I realize how hard that can be, particularly for those on the introverted side of the continuum. I remind them that in their discomfort they’d find lots of company. Maybe even half the people in the room. I love this illustration by Chaz Hutton.
One of my go-to “moving to L.A. from San Francisco” stories is how I went from never wearing sweatpants to having an entire shelf in the closet devoted to them. What’s your favorite item of kick-back cozy clothes?
Illustration by Marc Johns
Meet 2 new members of Congress, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Ilhan Omar. #YearOfTheWoman
Last month, I bought an Amazon Echo. So far, I’ve used it as a speaker to play music and a timer when I’m cooking. I’ve also asked “Alexa” for the definition of contronym, the current outside temperature and for info on Stephan James, the Canadian actor in Homecoming (my top TV series of the year). As much as I love technology, I’m not sure it would make my gratitude list. What are your favorite-gadgets?
Thankfulness by Roz Chast
Yesterday, I looked at the sky during sunset and it was almost magenta. While in awe of the beauty, I wondered how much smoke contributed to it. Early this morning, someone texted me a photo of a small fire in the hillside behind my apartment. I shuddered to think we might be next. The fire was quickly contained. For now, where I live, life moves on. As I write this, it’s Friday night, a weekly time for me to have hope. I’m depending on it.
Illustration by Jean Jullien