... emersion in nature, exercise, diet, reading good books, art history, yoga, archery, photography, parkour, Latin, Thai cuisine, root vegetable gardening, cartography... Of course, none of these therapies are effective without the endorsement of the AMA and Mary Worth.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
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Seeing, talk out.
Everything: Good friends...
Professional, creative pursuits, nature...
Works. Unique each.
ReplyDeleteSecurity, Code Red. We have a situation here. There is a person in scrubs walking around without a stethoscope draped around her neck. An obvious impostor. Apprehend with caution.
-- Scottie McW.
Today’s dialogue sounds like it was written by poorly designed robots. Let’s call it Artificial Unintelligence.
ReplyDeleteI have full confidence that Nance will meet this challenge with her Boldface Haiku.
Flying kites, hot air balloon rides, painting pictures of clowns, beating up criminals on the boardwalk, sitting on benches, baking giant pink cakes, moving to NYC, briefly talking to a happy hobo - I want to see Jeff and Mary have a contest on which one can list the most ways to "heal" ourselves.
ReplyDeleteWho is that woman?! Why is she so prominently in the foreground? Why is her expression so worrisome?
ReplyDeleteI think we may have our next story arc....
Boy, there was a trio of comments posting simultaneously! My confidence in Nance was accurate - well played, Nance!
ReplyDeleteThe woman in the foreground is rolling her eyes and thinking, "Whatta couple of dopes!"
ReplyDeleteWhen was Wilbur ever immersed in nature? He left his sneakers in the store.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I suppose he would have been immersed in nature if he had taken that leap.
Wilbur was depressed (if you want to use that term) for 1-2 days in real time, am I not right? Boy this sure makes a mountain out of a mole...hill.
ReplyDeleteWait! I think I have just figured out a multi-layered sub-plot of Mary and Jeff's relationship... MK has dropped a huge clue in the form of wardrobe. Jeff is neither a practising doctor, an international philanthropist nor a retired doctor. He is actually a personality-disordered grifter who wanders around the hospital wearing the short coat of a clinical clerk/senior medical student. A doctor wearing this would be like a big kid walking around with a diaper over their jeans. Doesn't happen.
ReplyDeleteThat nurse in the foreground is thinking 'damn, that old busybody is gonna get taken for all her CRANBERRY GLASS. Serves her right.' I hear Meith Korrison narrating this tale on Dateline: 'hmmmmm, really strung her along, didn't he?'
Ah, so Wilbur is continuing to see Sweater Therapist. I thought that the idea was that one session was enough, thanks to Mary's presence and forced karaoke therapy.
ReplyDeleteNanace nailed it, as usual. And I loved the comment about cranberry glass. Really, all the comments are great, as always.
You know, this conversation between Mary and Dr. Jeff sounds exactly like a conversation I had the other day with my significant other, said no human being ever.
Three days with no Wilbur. It's amazing how happy that makes me. I almost want to say any storyline would be better, but I think I may regret saying that...
@KitKat--Thank you! We were loading up our snark at the same time, I see. Can you imagine us all at a Breakfast Buffet? If only!
ReplyDelete@Imjb 1964--Appreciate the kudos and confidence.
@Anonymous 11:08--Not only is your comment mentioning cranberry glass sharp and witty, you got me with Dateline and Keith Morrison. That show is my Airwaves Ambien, especially when Keith is the narrator. I have yet to make it to the end of an episode, ever. (And my son gave Morrison the unfortunate nickname of "Skeletor.")
"Whatever WORKS for the individual. There are UNIQUE ways of healing for EACH of us."
ReplyDeleteHo-Hum.
I've the newish artist does a really good job drawing faces from the front, but her profiles are pretty bad. All the characters look alike in profile.
ReplyDeleteI hate typing mistakes--I meant to say I've noticed. Where's my scotch. Oh, yeah, I don't have any.
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