Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for April 13, 2020

It’s a trick excuse to get more donuts for himself.

When this lock down ends, many people will have to learn how to not talk to themselves out loud.

Saturday we were out on a grocery run, and happened to drive past a friend’s house. It was a pretty day and she was actually sitting on her porch. It was very pleasant indeed to sit for some minutes in our car and speak with her at a 3 or 4 meter distance. Not as pleasant as it would have been to sit down around a table and schmooze, but much better than texting or even phoning.

Can I have one of those donuts then?

Oh, Wiley! If only this cartoon were correct! A friend phoned me today to talk about his AA meeting ……….. his crowded AA meeting.

that’s my kind of group…

At the end of this lock-down… there’ll be a record number of divorces and births…

I dunno’… I think he did all right. I mean… he got all those donuts, didn’t he?

“If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.”— Attributed to John Paul Satre

At least his group therapy patients are smarter then the morons who insisted on going to Easter Morning Church Services, as if “God” would get mad at them for TRYING TO BE SAFE… SHEESH!!!

If Bill is a therapist, he can write off the meeting AND get all the donuts.

He actually has full attendance. But to see them, you have to Zoom in for a closeup.

Where are all the laptops with people on zoom, teams, cloudonix, etc.?

Zoom? Facetime? Blackboard can all help here….

I do kind of wonder about when the lockdown ends, (IF it ever ends…), how many people will have discovered by then that they DON’T have to go into an office to do their jobs, and will continue to work from home… Sure, lots of people will still have to go to their workplace, but there have to be Hundreds of Thousands, if not Millions, that can stay at home, therefore easing congestion on the roads and lowering pollution… of course, that means that some Anal-Retentive bosses won’t be able to constantly be looking over EVERYONE’S shoulders…

When the entire world, pretty much, throws a hurricane part and nobody comes. Sad times.

Actually, Bill was very smart. Now, he can eat all the doughnuts!

For some reason he was panned by the pandemic fearing crowd.

Now is the time to go back to one old tried and true therapy. Draw a vertical line down the middle of a piece of paper. Write down every good thing in your life on one side and every unhappy thing on the other. If the unhappy is much longer than the good, look for ways to convert/resolve them.

The method: State the problem clearly and specifically. Decide if the problem is serious enough to concern you or can be discarded Many are given more significance than they are worth.

Think about a possible solution. (Hypothesis)

Apply that solution (Application)

Test the results (Assessment) If it works – fine. If it doesn’t – reword the problem more precisely (Restatement)

Repeat the process.

Amazing how much better you feel when you clearly identify (the absolute requirement) problems and begin to handle them.

One truth is embedded in this. Nothing will be gained by quitting.

With all those chairs, shouldn’t he have 3 dozen donuts?

This sounds like most Docs I know. PhD’s, certainly.

Nobody told me there’d be donuts !

You know all those hyper-religious evangelical churches that insist on packing in hundreds of suckers every Sunday? Rather than let them subsequently scatter to the 4 winds, why don’t we just bar the doors from the outside and let them revel in each others’ company for the next 2 weeks? That’ll be “group therapy” that’ll last them a lifetime!

The sanity savers for many, many folks – worldwide – are the internet and the cell phone. At least, with these tools, they can stay in touch with friends and family ( if they choose to ) and keep abreast of the latest news ( fact or fiction ), developments, and prognostication from the White House … O.K.! O.K.! … So maybe you don’t want to keep up with the that!

The chairs are too close together.

“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.” T.S. Eliot.

The crowd probably figured it was a time share presentation

I’d slip in at a safe distance for a couple of doughnuts, then out as quickly as possible.

When this is all over we’ll all need group therapy sessions to learn how to socialize again

However, you can still buy donuts from workers who are endangering themselves for desserts.

Bummmmmmmmmmmmmmmer. Now he’ll have to eat all those doughnuts by himself.

They’re all crowded into the elevator.

This looks like a program of King Donnie…

Bill should ask Clint Eastwood how to interview an empty chair.

Online therapy, Doctor Bob. Online! Sadly, only pretend donuts are included.

Where’d Dr. Bill get the donuts?

My local paper has pictures almost daily of “well-intentioned” people doing good deeds for folks in the community…shoulder to shoulder, not a mask in sight. Sigh.

Looks like it’s more donuts for me then! ;)

Actually, C-Pac already happened a while back.

I’m retired and I won’t say introvert exactly but being alone isn’t a problem for me. So little has changed for me except that the NHL is suspended so I’m not going to games with my buddy.

Alfred E Neuman has decided that his New Catch Phrase is “Yes, Me Worry”.

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He’ll get busy as soon as the Evangelical Church down the road finishes Praying the Virus Away.

Perhaps he should have offered a roll of tp to get people to show up….