Mini-Me

 I found this miniature log outside in the backyard.  I believe it's part of the Orange Tree that needed to be removed from our back porch.  It had deceased already so there was no guilt, other than the sadness of not having bought the house in time to save it...oh well.

It all worked out for the good of this miniature toy doll.  Her doll house is nowhere to be found, unless you look in Saver's...most of our unused treasures incarnate there.  I think she was fine hanging out with the CD's, picture frames, and games, but now that she has a slice of nature she seems much happier.

In therapy terms I believe I am projecting my own emotions and thoughts onto her...and by her I'm obviously referring to the inanimate, plastic, miniature, toy doll, who through no fault of her own has found herself homeless and living a lonely, vagrant life on the tough streets of the Arizona Room.

My point is...my Point is...Oh God I've forgotten the point: "What's Up Doc."
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My point, is that this Mini-Me represents myself sitting outside on our life-sized deceased Orange Tree stump.  Lucky for you, I didn't take a selfie, so you'll just have to imagine me sitting there, sipping some coffee in the early morning air, pensive, quiet, thoughts swirling around and around...Our back yard is far from the oasis we imagine it could be someday (at least, thanks to bulk trash, the toilet is no longer part of the scenery of our oasis-in-the-making).  But just having a small fragment of nature, where one can be still for a small moment out of the day, can do wonders.  In therapy world, we call this "Self-care".

Self-care is something that, like most, therapy concepts, is extremely, extremely, complex and cerebral...you probably wouldn't understand it...I'm just pulling your chain...it's COMMON SENSE and I have the school loans to prove it.

However, just because something is common sense doesn't mean that we as intelligent human beings are wont to abide by it.  In fact, many times, we take common sense and throw it out with the bulk trash (Like we did the other day with the truck tailgate).  Either that, or we go to school for higher education and after years and money invested, we emerge with a fancy piece of paper confirming that we are experts in common sense, and we'll hold ya to it!

I started this post intending on discussing the endearing qualities of miniature things and what makes them so darn cute and desirable...especially in a culture of super-sized-edness...Does this craving of extremes...either miniature or super-sized analogize the disappearing of the middle-class in America?

I'll leave that to the experts.