Tuesday the temperature here was 75. Yesterday we had a winter storm blowing in. I was getting ready for work yesterday and I noticed a large welt on my calf. It was a mosquito bite! I searched and saw it flying around in the dining room. The little devil got me while I was wandering around the house with my coffee cup. It probably stowed away in the spinach I harvested on Tuesday night. How ironic! A mosquito bite on the day of a snow storm.
What are the recent or not so recent ironies in your life? Got any good mosquito stories?
Trail Baboon 
I too have had a “surprise mosquito” in the house lately, and I’m looking forward to the first frost for that and the fruit flies.
I’ve read somewhere that we often misuse “irony”, so here’s the first definitions I found:
-the expression of one’s meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.
““Don’t go overboard with the gratitude,” he rejoined with heavy irony”
– a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.
“the irony is that I thought he could help me”
– a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character’s words or actions are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.
This has left me thinking it’s too early in the morning for this sort of thing. I think the second one is the one I usually think of as “irony.”
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I spoke with a gentlemen the other day who is a really nice guy, but he has a lot to say. We kinda joke don’t go see him unless you have an hour to spare. And during the course of our conversation he complained about someone who talks too much!
I called that irony. But if it’s not, what is that called?
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I agree it is ironic.
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It is “the pot calling the kettle black”.
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Irony is someone like DT, Barr or Giuliani investigating corruption.
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🧐😉
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Yep.
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Rise and Shine Baboons,
My irony of late is that I have all kinds of time to fill and I am getting bored with being at home with my PT routine (morning and late afternoon sets of exercises, stretches, and icing the knee). I set aside some reading for this time, knowing I would be bored. The irony–I have no attention span with which to read much. The pain meds interferes with even pushing myself to lengthen my attention span because when medicated, I just don’t care.
So my sister’s new book and a William Kent Krueger novel are just sitting there looking at me.
Next week, PT appointments are reduced in frequency to two times per week which will reduce the need for pain meds, so I am hoping to up my game. I will also try several short work days and see how my energy and attention span hold up.
We have not had mosquitos invading the house recently. Several weeks ago the flies were just obnoxious. We are enjoying a wonderful crop of raspberries this fall. Yesterday I went out a picked them myself. With those we bring in ants en masse.
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Jacque, a friend of ours is on week 5 of his knee replacement. I am seriously impressed with both of you! I had no idea the procedure had changed like this and that you’re up and walking so soon!
He credited his wife for helping with the PT. On his own he said it was easy to do the exercises and say ‘OK, that’s good enough’, but she doesn’t let him get away with that.
I think he said he’s just on ibuprofen now. The more serious drugs he had really bothered him.
He showed us his scars. Super Glue the outer layer of skin so that looks pretty good.
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They really push me, but I can how it leads to mobility which I want! Much better than immobility and worth the work.
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I’m sorry you have to deal with this Jacque. I have to ask: you have a sister who writes books? About what?
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Her book issued in August is”Sharing Love Abundantly in Special Needs Families”. She is co-author with Gary Chapman of “5 Love Languages” fame. Her first book is now 10 years old, “A Different Dream for my Child.” Her son , who is my son’s age, was born with a serious birth defect. Her writing reflects that experience. She is also devoutly Christian (far more than I).
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When doctors determine you have rheumatoid arthritis, they put you in a medication protocol. The “catch” is that they start you off on a mild drug with minimal side effects. If that doesn’t help, after a few months your rheumatologist prescribes the next level of medication, a more potent drug with worse side effects. If that doesn’t help, after a few months they bump you up again.
When I was diagnosed in 2010, nobody explained that to me. I was in quite a bit of pain. My joints were stiff and I had no strength in my hands. I couldn’t drive a car. At times I struggled to dress myself. The upside of that was I lost interest in food, dropping 30 pounds in one month. Because walking was difficult, I spent my days in a comfy chair under which I kept a large plastic bottle to reduce the number of trips I had to make to the bathroom.
My doc decided it was time to move to a nastier drug. My neighborhood pharmacy had a delivery service, and they threw a bag with the drug into my entryway. With high hopes, I opened the envelope.
And there was my new drug: in childproof packaging! I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair! Of course, I couldn’t open it. I limped around the house trying to find a tool to do the job. Pliers? No good. Knife? No good. Hammer? No good. Hacksaw? No good. In between my silly attempts to defeat the packaging I kept having laughing fits. I don’t remember which trick finally worked, but I worked about two hours before finding it.
The final irony: that drug didn’t help, either.
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I’ll bet the laughing did it. What an image, Steve, trying out all those tools (esp. the hammer). : )
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Too bad there wasn’t a kid to open it for you…
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As I struggled with RA I lost some of my false pride. I began phoning the kid next door for help, primarily opening jars of pasta sauce. That was before BiR and Linda gave me a cool tool for opening bottles.
I am a big consumer of V8 vegetable juice. V8 comes in big bottles with screw-on tops. On a good day, if I give it absolutely all I have, I can open those with my hands. On a bad day, no. Foolish pride makes me try that manually before using the tool. Today was a good day!
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I suppose the book “Catch-22” can be considered full of irony.
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I just re-read that book.
I enjoyed it, mostly. I’m amazed at how much he can write in one paragraph! I can’t string that many concurrent thoughts together!
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I’ve been kind of thinking about irony all day but I must be irony impaired this week. Nothing to add to today’s comments.
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“Irony-impaired” may have to go in the glossary.
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