When I scan the news headlines this morning, I keep noticing the word “chaos.”
Some people thrive on chaos. Most people don’t.
How does chaos affect you? Does it scare you?
Should I apologize for the chaos in this random collection of photos?
Time flies when you’re having fun, said somebody sometime. Do you have time for some musical chaos?
Even in the midst of chaos, I give thanks to all who help me create some order out of chaos by blogging and — of course! — to you.
No need to apologise Ann. Wishing you a chaos free week 🙂
I will also not apologize for my love for this comment, Miriam.
Love it! 💜
Nothing chaotic about your pics, Ann. But…Parking for children ??
I love the order of this comment. <3
To some, chaos is order. To others, order is chaos. I appreciate my routines, Ann.
I appreciate your routine of visiting this blog, Mark.
“I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.”
― Bob Dylan
I accept everything about this comment, Val. <3
There’s only one way to deal with chaos: get smart.
http://www.comedyseries.info/bestsitcoms/get-smart-sitcom-2.jpg
Very smart, Chris.
Ha! Love the hip replacement cartoon!
Love your comments, Diana!
I especially enjoyed the medical comics (and of course, Christopher’s scene from Get Smart).
I don’t enjoy chaos but fortunately, most of the things I call chaos aren’t really chaos. They are usually just periods of turbulence and uncertainty that pass. So far, at least, the ceiling has always been above my head, the floor below, the chair in the corner, the cat at the cat food bowl, and tomorrow ahead of me, a new page of your blog awaiting.
I think a zebra hip replacement would be quite cool.
I think you are quite cool, Maureen.
On occassion Chaos can energize me. But it mostly frustrates me.
I appreciate your thoughts on every occasion, Colleen.
Just as one person’s junk is another’s treasure…..so, too, is one person’s chaos is another’s harmony.
-Alan
Thanks for another harmonious comment, Alan.
I’m heading for chaos today, wish me untangled smooth travelling. Heading off to the big smoke [Melbourne ] for work, and even worse, just the other side of the big City Centre, bloody “Toorak”, I’ll be a chaotic mental wreck by tonight……….
I always wish you untangled and smooth traveling.
Why did the goose cross the road? To get to the donuts. Or something. Your blog is still an oasis in a sea of chaos.
I love when you get to this blog, Sunny.
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