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3-14=🥧

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Pie and Coffee

Well, what better way to celebrate 3-14-24 but with coffee and pie, but instead of pie I’m making brownies. We can pretend we’re having pie, by cutting it into a pie shape. And coffee is good with brownies too. This juxtaposition makes more sense than coffee and toad! Even though I plan on perfecting the doodles of coffee and toad throughout the month, maybe. I might forget or go on another completely different tangent. You never know!

Here is a vintage post from 2012 I believe with a coconut meringue pie

Tonight’s menu: coconut meringue pie

Self-Portrait as Coffee Mug

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Late night coffee drinking.

And late night soul music. Lifting my spirits. I think back on days when I was a kid and my dad and uncle would jam out to music on Friday nights. And we would dance. I felt that tonight again, just a bit carefree. My own kids staring at me and wondering what’s wrong with this lady.

I guess the next doodle will be self portrait of lady dancing to soul music.

Enjoy your evening!

Shrouded in Doubt

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Or existential dread.

I think if you have one you have the other.

But what if he’s just suffering from a stomach ache? Head ache? Or he’s just out in the rain wondering about life? There is doubt in what he’s actually even doing. So he’s shrouded in doubt and we’re in doubt to what is actually going on. And what’s inside this man’s head. We’re even starting to contemplate the meaning of his own existence too. Hell, even our own existence is quite as meaningless as this doodle head.

So who really has the existential dread here? He might be pondering what’s that over yonder? Now I’m wondering what’s he looking at if he’s not deep in thought?

Oh we’re in a spiral of wondering …best stop. I think he’s out in the rain and is cold and looking up at what I just wrote and telling me stop worrying about it, it’s meaningless. All of this meaninglessness!

It’s the dread.

A Valentine to Yourself

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A fresh off the old mush block, a brand new kind of Valentine. One I created for myself but may resonate with anyone dealing with loving yourself or forgiving yourself. I don’t know who wrote the quote so forgive me, I must not take credit for it. But I think when I read it, “oh yeah I punish myself all the time for the things I have done.” But there was a lesson in all of it. It weighs heavy sometimes.

Set it free!