One Liner Wednesdays

This was one perfect day in my life.

One-Liner Wednesday – I love my neighbourhood

Elementary, My Dear Watson

Watson on my son John’s lap. Watson has no idea he’s too big to be a lap dog

Watson sleeping in the cool of the bathtub. When he snores it echoes down the drain and sounds like ghosts wailing.
Watson found a football and carried it everywhere till it got stuck in his food dish. Now he has a real conundrum.
Watson cooling off in his wading pool.
Watson with his precious Christmas Bone. He wouldn’t turn loose of it even to sleep.

What Time Do I Wake Up and Go to Bed?

I wish I could predict. I would love to have a regular time but I have a hummingbird sleep pattern. I am plagued with restless legs and knee pain, so I never know if I will sleep once I go to bed. I take Requip but I still get breakthrough cramps. Last night, I went to bed at eight and slept till seven. Tonight I went to bed at ten, slept about an hour then woke up with knee pain. I had forgotten to take my tylenol before I went to bed. I hope to be back to sleep by two. It will be nice if I sleep till seven. Besides that, I make a couple of bathroom trips nightly.

My sleep patterns got really messed up when I took call as an acute dialysis nurse. It was not uncommon to get called out between midnight and two several nights a week. Quite often, after finishing a late treatment, I’d lock myself in my unit and sleep a couple of hours before I had to start the day shift. If I were lucky, I’d work part of the day shift before going home to get an afternoon nap.

I still crave sleep.

Cartoon from “All Nurses”

1. Two behaviorists meet each other in the street. “Hi,” says one, “How am I feeling today?”

Some time later, they have sex. The other one says, “That was good for you. How was it for me?”

2. Two psychotherapists pass each other in the hallway. The first says to the second, “Hello!”

The second smiles back nervously and half nods his head. When he is comfortably out of earshot, he mumbles, “God, I wonder what *that* was all about?”

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3. A Freudian slip is when you say one thing and mean your mother.

4. How many narcissists does it take to change a lightbulb?

Just one. All he has to do is hold it in place while the world revolves around him.

5. “Doctor,” said the receptionist over the phone, “there’s a patient here who thinks he’s invisible.”

“Well, tell him I can’t see him right now.”

6. Pavlov’s dog to his ladyfriend: “See that! Everytime I salivate, Pavlov smiles and scribbles something in his notebook.”

7. At a job interview for a new receptionist:

“I see you used to be employed by a psychotherapist. Why did you leave?”

“Well, I just couldn’t win. If I was late to work, I was hostile; if I was early, I was anxious; and if I was on time, I was obsessional.”

8. Johnny paid his way through college by waitering in a restaurant.

“What’s the usual tip?” asked a customer.

“Well,” said Johnny, “this is my first day, but the other guys said that, if I got five dollars out of you, I’d be doing great.”

“Is that so?” growled the customer. “In that case, here’s twenty dollars.”

“Thanks. I’ll put it in my college fund,” Johnny replied.

“By the way, what are you studying?” asked the customer.

“Applied psychology.”

9. A man was walking in the street one day when he was brutally beaten and robbed.

As he lay unconscious and bleeding, a psychologist, who happened to be passing by, rushed up to him and exclaimed, 

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“My God! Whoever did this really needs help!”

10. “After 12 years of therapy, my psychotherapist said something that brought tears to my eyes.”

“What did he say?”

“”No hablo inglés.””

And one last one for the road

A Zen student went to a temple and asked how long it would take him to gain enlightenment if he joined the temple. 

“Ten years,” said the Zen master. 

“Well, how about if I really work hard and double my effort?”

“Twenty years.”

Neel Burton is author of the Ataraxia series.

Bumps in the Road Part 16

Update: Kathleen and Bill have just arrived at her parents to inform them of their marriage.

Kathleen felt a sudden pang of guilt about marrying without Mama’s and Daddy’s blessing but Mama had broken up an earlier engagement. She hadn’t wanted to risk that again.

“I know this is sudden but we didn’t want to wait or put you to any trouble “ she babbled. Mama had a stern look, pursing her lips. Was she about to denounce her? Daddy stepped forward and extended his hand to Bill. “Welcome to the family. We’ll be counting on you to take good care of our little girl.”

“Thank you, Mr. Holdaway. I sure will. I have a good job making good money. She won’t go without, I promise you. I know I’m lucky to get a girl like her,” replied Bill.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Daddy replied. “She has always been such a good girl.”

Mama thawed a little. “Can you stay for supper? I’ve got a fryer shut up to kill.”

Kathleen looked to Bill to answer. “ No, but I wouldn’t say no to a cup of coffee,” he answered.

Kathleen was relieved. She hadn’t looked forward to a long evening with them after announcing their uncomfortable news. Bill seemed to have read her mind.

“Come on in,” Mama directed. I’ve got a cake ready to frost. Roscoe, will you bring me in a bucket of water?” Kathleen followed Mama in the house while Bill went to the well with Roscoe. Bill looked so tall and healthy compared to Daddy’s frail frame.

Dreading questions, Kathleen volunteered, “Mama, we didn’t have to get married. We just didn’t see any point in waiting.”

“I wouldn’t have asked you that,” Mama returned, still pursing her lips. “I raised you better than that. How long have you known him?”

“Almost a month,” Kathleen answered, thinking it sounded better than three weeks.

“That long?” Mama scoffed. “Well, good luck. I hope you haven’t made a mistake. Here they are with the water, “ signaling the awkward conversation was done. She filled the kettle, put it on the stove, and poked up the fire. “Now, let me get this cake frosted. That’s a beautiful dress, Kathleen. Is it new?”

“Yes, Bill bought it for me this morning. It cost sixteen dollars!” She bragged, proudly, then suddenly felt ashamed, fearing she’d hurt Mama’s feelings, Mama who’d painstakingly sewn almost every dress Kathleen ever owned.

Happily, Mama’s expression softened. “Bill, I’m proud you can give Katleen nice things. We always wanted the best for her.”

The atmosphere warmed up after that.