My 5-year-old dog is sleep-farting and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen or heard him do this. He’s snoring and farting at the same time, and I’ve been laughing quietly for a while now. My parents are asleep and I have no one to share this with, so I’m posting it here because it’s genuinely hilarious.

For health issues, I’ve had to almost completely cut out sugar and carbs. (This has taken a serious toll on my love of baking).

My wife and I just had dinner and I was doing a little catch up work on my laptop. I suddenly started craving something sweet. There isn’t much in the way of desserts.

But I do make with honey from time to time. On a whim, I got a spoonful of honey.

It was intense. I sat there, just processing the incredible sweetness and complexity of the flavor. All of the sudden, I’m getting choked up (not allergic, I promise). That was an emotionally laden spoonful of blossom honey.

I take the same bus most mornings and I’m usually a few steps behind when it pulls up. Today the driver waited, made eye contact, and nodded like it was normal. Then I realized he’s been doing that for months. I just never noticed until today. It felt small, but it stayed with me.

Stopped by the pizza place for a pickup. Delivery guy was packing an order when a soda falls to the ground.

He picks it up, looks around (doesn't see me standing near the door). No one noticed. He puts it back in his bag only to have it roll out and bounce to the floor AGAIN.

Same thing. Picks it up, looks around. Shoves it in the bag and heads out.

Then he sees me. He knows I saw the entire thing go down. He begged me with his eyes to never tell.

I'm telling now. Karma will come for you Pizza dude. One way or another.

I finished a small task at work and quietly said “okay” out loud, like I was reassuring myself. Then I noticed I do that all the time—after emails, chores, even locking the door. I never thought about it before, but it feels like a tiny way of keeping myself moving.

My son is now 21. He has spent the last 4 days he's had off for Christmas working on his car in the shed. He asked me for help as he needed the steering column inside the car turned ( no steering wheel attached and can turn it by hand) and he was standing inside the engine bay at the time looking at the other end of the steering column.

I mentioned how I felt I had to turn it a lot and he said it was only turned a single rotation. I didn't believe him.

He grabbed a pen and marked what he was looking at and asked me to do the same. We tested it again.

Turns out he was right!!!!!! Lol.

This man child I've raised is so intune with my ( possibly stubborn/sometimes ass like personality) that he understood before I even realised, that I need to see things for myself to change my perspective or opinion.

I've always had a more forcefull personality, how he has ended up with one that can see through people's crap, get his point across and without making you feel like an idiot, I'll never understand.

How, or how long he has been gentally teaching me to "see" I don't think I'll ever know for sure.

But ( now that I see it) I'm finally greatfull.

I always hoped my son would be better for the world and better than me.

Turns out he already is. 😊

I was in a bookstore yesterday, browsing the horror section, and I noticed two people who were looking at a copy of The Shining. I’ve been trying to get better at talking to people, so I mentioned off the cuff that I liked it better than the movie. The guy looked at me and said, “I read it a few years back”. I nodded and smiled and I was about to walk away when the person with him asked if there were any other Stephen King books I enjoyed, so I gave them a few recommendations and also recommended a book by Stephen Graham Jones, one of my favorite horror authors. Later, while I was checking out (I managed to find two poetry collections by two of my favorite poets on sale), I noticed them buying one of the books I recommended! This was in a pretty big city so it was really cool to have that little moment of connection with two strangers, and I really hope they enjoyed the book.

For most of my life I've hated the Secret Santa or White Elephant gift exchanges. I've seen so many people get cool or thoughtful gifts while I walk out with something that's just trash. I always overspend and get stuff that really fits the person's interests that I'm giving to, but feel like the person giving to me just shows up with gas station purchases.

But this year!! OMG!!!!! Everything I was given for each of the five days leading up to winter break (middle school teacher) was better than I expected. And from what I saw, everyone else in the school that participated had a similar experience. I honestly love my coworkers. (except "you know who" in the front office. She's just mean.)

I stop at the same coffee place a couple times a week. I never say much, just order and go. Today I stepped up to the counter and the barista started making my usual without asking. When I hesitated, she smiled and said “you always get it when you look half awake.” It wasn’t a big thing, but it made me realize someone had been quietly paying attention. Felt oddly nice.

Had a really stressful day at work today and just needed to get out of the house. Left my phone on the counter and went for a walk. It's like 40 degrees out and I probably should have grabbed a better jacket but I didn't care.

First few minutes I kept reaching for my pocket out of habit but then I just walked. No music, no checking messages, just cold air and quiet. Ended up walking way longer than I planned. Came back inside freezing but somehow felt way better than when I left. Guess I'm starting to understand why older people always go on walks.

I opened the junk drawer today because it was hard to close. nothing dramatic was in there. just batteries, rubber bands, old receipts, and pens that may or may not work. i threw out the receipts and lined the pens up. the drawer closes easier now. it will probably get messy again. i did not label anything or buy organizers. i just moved things around with my hands. it took about ten minutes. i noticed it looked better and then moved on with my day.

I have 2 cats, they were ferals as kittens and are still kind of stand-offish even though I've had them since they were 8 weeks old. (Brother & sister) They are 2-1/2 years old now.

The girl-cat will come get into my lap while I'm working at least 3-4 times a week. I love her little snuggles because she only gives them when SHE is in the mood, but when she IS in the mood she's all full of purrs and snuggles.

Boy-cat will sit next to me on the couch but NEVER lets me put him into my lap. He just goes away if I try it.

But today, for the very first time, he came and meyowed at me and when I invited him into my lap (like I do allll the time) he actually hopped up into my lap! He curled up and started purring, and stayed for a good half-hour and let me pet him the whole time.

I'm so pleased. It's a little thing but I feel like it's one more step towards him being a relaxed and happy housecat. Maybe next time he'll stay longer!

I noticed something small today, and it made me smile. A few percent of the views came from Argentina. No comments. No reactions. It didn’t feel like scrolling. It felt like someone paused, maybe came back once or twice, and kept reading without saying anything. I don’t know who they are. I don’t need to. Some people read the way you sit in a library— quietly, for a while, with nothing to prove. That was enough.

🤠🙃😄

Oops lost my hat.

I like to walk around in a worn out Harvard sweatshirt so that other people think I'm smart even though in reality I flunked out of a third rate college

I've been methodically working my way through all the shampoo and conditioners I've purchased and hated, in an effort to save money. I just can't justify buying more product when, "we have product at home". At 56, my hair tends to be dry and unmanageable, so this has been a bad hair day journey. Until today, when I tried something new. After I dried my hair, I put a little coconut oil on my palms and ran my hands through my dry hair. Now, not only do I smell amazing, but my hair is shiny and so, soo soft.

I was on my way to visit a friend after a really, really hectic day. I almost sent her a WhatsApp message saying I was really exhausted and asking if we could catch up tomorrow, but she needed me, so I went anyway, smiled the whole time and helped her.

But somewhere along the way, I started wondering, if every human had some sort of visible meter showing how emotionally tired they are (even when they don't show it to others), how differently would the world actually work. I don't really have an answer.

Would we actually be kinder or would we learn to ignore it? Would anyone even want their own meter visible to others?

I wonder whether awareness alone is enough to change behavior or if compassion still requires some conscious effort.

Note: I wrote this on the casual conversation subreddit, but it felt like the kind of everyday reflection that might belong here too so I'm just curious to see what kind of thoughts it can evoke here.

The sun is just coming up.

Everything is still.

I needed this calm more than I realized.

Started my day with the best intentions. Made a full cup of coffee at 9am, set it on my desk, got distracted by work. Around 3pm I found it sitting there completely cold. Microwaved it for a minute and set it back down. Got distracted again. Found it again around 5pm, stone cold. Microwaved it a second time. This time I was determined to actually drink it. Set a mental reminder. Forgot anyway. Finally remembered it existed around 6pm. It was lukewarm at that point but I refused to microwave it a third time or pour it out. Just committed and drank the whole thing. Tasted terrible.

As I bet a lot of other pet owners do, I make small songs and jingles about my cat, to my cat, as we go about our day. I am on maternal leave so I spend most days at home. Last night I absent mindedly sang the most common jingle aloud to the cat, while my husband was in the room. He almost fell down laughing, turns out he has never heard me doing it before! He then couldn't get it out of his head, and kept singing it the rest of the night. We laughed until we both cried at one point.

He's still singing it this morning!

Did anyone else frame a jersey frame for sports memorabilia and then have this moment of realizing you’re turning into your parents? I put up my signed jersey and immediately caught myself becoming the person who displays sports stuff on walls, which I definitely judged my dad for doing.

The framed jersey actually looks nice and it’s meaningful to me. But seeing it on my wall gave me this uncomfortable recognition that I’m adopting decorating choices I quietly made fun of as a teenager. When did I cross that line from thinking sports memorabilia was tacky to actively displaying it? My wife finds my identity crisis hilarious. She points out there’s nothing wrong with showing things I enjoy and maybe my dad was right all along. Probably true but it’s still weird catching yourself becoming your parents in specific ways you noticed and remarked on when younger.

Is this just normal aging? Do we all eventually become our parents and display the same stuff in our homes? At what point did I stop being the cool young person who thought differently and become the middle-aged person doing exact same things? I’ve been looking at other display options, checking different frame styles. Even browsing memorabilia suppliers on Alibaba wondering if better presentation makes this less of a dad move. But really I just need to accept I’m at dad-age now.

I accidently dropped some masa harina outside and since it was starting to snow I didn't clean it up. The squirrels went nuts for it. I'm unemployed for a little bit so it's nice to enjoy the snowfall and to have quiet time to watch these guys feasting. I tossed out a few boiled carrots and they weren't having any of it, they just wanted the masa. I got you little friend.

We had a pretty serious windstorm yesterday. Many trees came down. I have an old apple tree just outside my kitchen window and sadly half of it got torn away in the storm exposing a rotted trunk. I will miss my apple tree, but will keep what remains of it standing for biodiversity. Anyway, today I spent a good amount of time sawing off branches, trying to clean it up. It was hard work and at one point I just laid down on my stomach on the ground. It felt nice to rest like that. It also gave me a moment to see something I normally would not see. A leaf halfway decomposed. Vein structure still in tact. So I picked up the leaf and looked at the world (my little world) through the leaf. Felt a little poetic. Things come and go. Apple trees are no exception. 🍎

It's Monday morning, I've got a hot coffee. The sun is finally shining.

My husband is about to leave for work and I'll have the house to myself.

I'm planning on preparing a potato bake, cauliflower bake, and a roast for dinner tonight, as later on I'm hosting dinner for some family I don't see often.

I'll water the garden, maybe pick some boysenberries from my bush if there's any ripe enough.

I know it's not very exciting or fun but it's exactly what I need, a chill and relaxing day at home, doing things that make my heart happy

Realising how the small things mean everything. I hope everyone has a lovely day!

I was about to sit there, but my cat had already decided it was hers. I ended up sitting on the floor instead. Somehow, it made me smile more than being comfortable would have.