Going with the flow

We were watching Commander in Chief last night when the election results started coming in and we found out Proposition 2 had passed. It was odd because we were watching a futuristic show that flirts with progressive ideas and things that could revolutionize politics, and at the same time in real life it felt like we were being sucked back in time and forced to ride in a covered wagon and wear a corset. It's frustrating. And yet the truth remains. I'm glad nobody has power over that. We're still good people and Commander in Chief is a great show. Choose optimism!

I've renewed my efforts to choose optimism on a daily basis, no matter what the circumstances. I have a tendency to focus too much on myself and on what is happening to me me me, but moving forward I'm concentrating more on what this selfish B can contribute to the world and how I can go with the flow a little bit better. I'm a lot happier when my focus is outward rather than inward anyway. It's the control freak in me that wants to dictate circumstances and set up my life exactly the way I want it, and this only makes me nuts because circumstances are beyond my control more often than they are within my control. So shoo, control freak, shoo!

I wish I could control our new dog Harry's urges to go outside. He wakes up every two hours or so all night long and wants to go out. Angela gets up and goes with that flow. I'm oblivious and I feel bad that she has to deal with it herself, but I just don't wake up. Sometimes he's productive, and other times he just stands on the patio and stares at the roses. It's great that he wants to take the time to smell them, just not at 2am. Now we're wondering if it's possible to install some sort of doggie door contraption in the bedroom window so we can sleep through his urges. Surely someone has invented a way to raise the window and put some supplemental glass underneath with a doggie door in the middle. That way we could just take it out if we sell the house someday, no harm done. Angela is so crafty. If no one has invented this yet she'll just do it herself. She's a pioneer. She just doesn't ride in a covered wagon or wear the corset. Thank God!