Remember how I said the office cat did a cannonball into her water dish last night? Guess who forgot to take the roll of paper towels out of the office before shutting her into it? I returned at lunch time today to discover shredded paper bits EVERYWHERE!

I think this cat is auditioning for her own comedy movie franchise.

Is her name Keanu?

Suzi, I saw. I'm so sorry. I'm sure it'll bounce back, but still hard to see.

Close, Camo.

I gave up on Marie Kondo when I was reading the introduction to one of her books, and she bragged about using a frying pan as a hammer & her headphones turned way up as speakers (because neither her hammer nor her speakers had given her joy, so she got rid of them). Just, no. My tools & electronics might not give me joy, but I am a firm believer in the right tools for the job.

Well, my hockey team lost so now I'm on the way to Target to buy a present for my niece's 3rd birthday.

I gave up on Marie Kondo when I was reading the introduction to one of her books, and she bragged about using a frying pan as a hammer & her headphones turned way up as speakers (because neither her hammer nor her speakers had given her joy, so she got rid of them). Just, no. My tools & electronics might not give me joy, but I am a firm believer in the right tools for the job.

I will grant that whacking things with a frying pan would likely bring joy to a lot of people, but I'm unconvinced it would be long for giving joy in its core frying pan-related functions after that.

Back when platform shoes were big in the 80s, I used mine as a hammer. I didn't do a lot of hammering. They worked great, and I didn't need a place to keep a hammer.

Yes, I need to look through Tom's back catalog for gifts... for me.

Yup. Maybe for other people, too, we'll see.

I broke a cast iron frying pan using it to hammer tent poles into hard ground once upon a time. Hole right through the center. I actually kept it for a while as, like, found art because that is my aesthetic. Hung it on a wall with a nail through the hole. Lost it in one of the involuntary purges o the 90s, I think.

I am having trouble comprehending that her hammer didn't give her joy.

Taxes filed. Mine are not complicated, the hard part is finding (or keeping track of when they come in but I failed at that big time this year) all the supporting documents. I never find one expected 1099-DIV, but it wouldn't have been for much money anyway, if it exists, so I'm not gonna worry about it.

I bet Marie Kondo doesn't do a lot of hammering! My hammers give me joy. The book'ss translated from Japanese after all, I think for it to make any sense, you have to modify the definition of "joy". Like, not dancing around giggling, just, holding this, seeing this, thinking about what this does for me, makes me happy. I'm doing it in my kitchen (bowm-chicka-bowm). My new silicon ladles? Happiness. My old plastic ladles? Ugh. Begone, old plastic ladles! Now my kitchen gives me more joy, and is also neater.

Kondo's a little wacky, though. I got a lot of inspiration and insight from her book, but I had to slide past the problematic parts.