I don't think I'm a very ungrateful person.
I give thanks for goodness poured into my life quite frequently.
But I don't do so well when things fall short of the image my mind paints, or believes in.

The mirror, the real reflective one, and the Word, have been showing such an ugly image recently.

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Something irrelevant:
It seems that someone rather important living near me left recently, the blanket thingy stretched from Tree #1 to Tree #15. Yet the sounds of mahjong tiles bumping around echo through the night.
Wakes are really for the living, never the dead.
Please don't play mahjong at mine, maybe Wii or PS?