tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654887465201994138.post2292602808524665594..comments2024-03-02T09:05:39.993-06:00Comments on Korinthia's Quiet Corner: Returning the CartKorinthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15580286551375780490noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654887465201994138.post-51020026853699055802015-02-20T10:27:50.075-06:002015-02-20T10:27:50.075-06:00I've been meaning to post here. I read your p...I've been meaning to post here. I read your post last week, went to target, and while I pushed my cart back across the parking lot in the frigid cold I thought of your grandmother, I thought of you...I smiled.Peghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02162890081910497200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654887465201994138.post-6061896550984774322015-02-19T11:19:18.697-06:002015-02-19T11:19:18.697-06:00The thing I ponder is the fine line between attitu...The thing I ponder is the fine line between attitude adjustment and being delusional. Some things you can rationalize to a point and it's healthy, but beyond that not so much. When you mentioned "really feel(ing) the misery" it reminded me of when I used to get migraines and how they were worse when I tried to fight them. If I just accepted the pain and lived there it somehow wasn't as debilitating. But I wouldn't go as far as the instructor in my birthing class who, when asked about pain during childbirth (which we were all dreading) she would only say, "It's an interesting sensation." (Uh, no, that's PAIN, and accepting it helped, but calling it something else was just silly.)Korinthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15580286551375780490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654887465201994138.post-79269336123028521062015-02-17T10:14:47.429-06:002015-02-17T10:14:47.429-06:00Another wonderfully thought provoking post, Korint...Another wonderfully thought provoking post, Korinthia! I love how you've tied the sentimal to the otherwise boring chore to make it take on a whole new meaning and turn it into something you enjoy.<br /><br />I'm fascinated with playing with mental perception these days... ie, messing with the brain to make things mean a certain thing or other. For instance, when I have a headache or a nasty cold and am feeling miserable, or on a cloudy, grey winter day, I've started to intentionally take a few moments to really feel the misery and commit that yucky feeling to my memory. This way on days that I'm healthy or the weather's awesome, I have something stark to contrast it against and really appreciate it, no matter how boring or blah the day otherwise is. <br /><br />It's kind of like playing with photo-editing software... same picture, but now I have control on the dials for increasing contrast, saturation, clarity until I can make pretty much picture looks pleasant, or at the very least acceptable, in my mind. Your post above makes me realize that there are a whole lot of different "algorithms" to do it! :)Sumithahttp://afineparent.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654887465201994138.post-88121086881362153152015-02-11T07:37:32.609-06:002015-02-11T07:37:32.609-06:00I'm pretty sensitive to lasts, and I find them...I'm pretty sensitive to lasts, and I find them so hard. And a lot of firsts really are lasts all rolled into one, because the first time a kid can do something on his or her own is often the last time you get to help, and it's bittersweet. Although changing the last poopy diaper I have no nostalgia for--there should have been a party for that had we known.Korinthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15580286551375780490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654887465201994138.post-86358275555073060392015-02-11T07:27:27.516-06:002015-02-11T07:27:27.516-06:00I'd give a lot to remember the last time I hoi...I'd give a lot to remember the last time I hoisted my youngest onto my hip!Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654887465201994138.post-24880081444120118232015-02-10T15:58:53.959-06:002015-02-10T15:58:53.959-06:00I read a post once that a friend had written about...I read a post once that a friend had written about "remembering the lasts"- the idea being that we always get so focused on the "firsts" (especially with kids and milestones) that sometimes we miss the last time something happens, and in their own way, the "lasts" are important, too. It resonated with me, and so your line "there was no way to know when a particular trip to Kroger turned out to be her last" reminded me of that. (I'd share the link but she's since taken her blog down). Anyway. My point was, this is great post. We do need to take a moment, now and then, to appreciate the routine things, because one day even those won't be a part of the routine anymore. <br />-LisaLisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06351940065850639770noreply@blogger.com