That which does not kill you makes you stronger

Did you ever hear such BS?  It amazes me that expressions like this can exist.

Yesterday was a simply glorious day – I policed up the patio area, swept the back stairs which had accumulated a lot of debris, ran a couple of loads of laundry, got to the place where I buy floral essences so I could make my perfume (I was almost out…), ordered frozen meat because the freezer is empty, and then went in and paid for it and picked up a couple of other items, picked up some treats so they’d be ready when Jeff and Paul got back, bought laundry supplies, dropped by Katie’s place and tossed some of said laundry supplies onto her deck (o look it’s raining soap!), practiced guitar for the housefilk which I ended up not going to because I reacted to something Paul did by going into sniper mode but I’ll cheerfully take the responsibility for it all because I got to talk to uh, someone, about it who put it all in perspective with a few well chosen words, put Margot out in the back yard so she could play with the squirrels, brushed her half a dozen times and still got masses of fur from her, helped Paul and Jeff move boxes and furniture into the house, cleaned the kitchen, cashed all the cheques I had lying around (I had four hundred dollars in cheques lying around, some dating to November for cry eye), ran the dishwasher and unloaded it, bought & replaced the battery in the kitchen timer, got rid of all the previous tenants’ mail by marking it return to sender and putting back in the mail, gave money to the BCCLA, wrote out my next installment of my church pledge AND put it in my purse, encouraged Katie to message her dad to ensure that the furniture she wanted got offloaded directly into her house, changed the sheets in the guest room and prepped it for the influx of new boxes, bought bus tickets AND put them in my purse, emptied the ashtray on the back deck, greeted the season’s first fly as it zoomed through the back door, aired out the house, paid bills, got the date set for Denis’ Celebration of Life (which I am thinking of entitling “I’m not dead yet and I’m not THAT nice” in keeping with his express wishes) and in the middle of the day I got out of the house yet again so I could sit on Shay’s deck with her and Suzanne and Rita and just chill while watching the incredible view for an hour. Shay got a gig with Comedy Courage, so she’s going to be helping mentally ill people learn standup, a GREAT idea.  The day wouldn’t have gone so smoothly if I hadn’t borrowed Paul’s car, for which I thank him.

Now I’m going to drive Jeff to Budget to drop off the truck and then go to church.  With luck I’ll remember to hand over my pledge check.  Before I drive Jeff over, chocolate chip waffles, coffee and deli smoked bacon.  There is nothing bacon can’t fix.  I wonder how soon I will be eating transgenic bacon… apparently the first transgenic pig has been approved for market in Canada.  Strange days we be living in.  Oh, and singing tonight with Orange You Glad.

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Allegra

Born 1958. Not dead yet.

2 thoughts on “That which does not kill you makes you stronger”

  1. Re: first line: There’s a related expression, that you are never given (usually a god is evoked here) more than you can bear.

    Likewise, BS. Tell that to the kid who suicided due to bullying. Clearly he “was given” more than he could bear.

  2. I specifically wrote that line into my Unitarian hymn. “I’m not afraid to believe I won’t be asked to carry more than I can bear,” which from an Xtian perspective means G-d won’t give you more than you can carry, but from an atheist perspective means that you are perfectly welcome to kill yourself if that’s what it takes. The great thing about being an Ath-Acc (pronounced Ayth-Ack) Atheist Accommodationist is that you can play it both ways. It’s like a cultural pun.

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