In the world of gears and screws, they say, Lies a whimsical dance, a playful array. Righty tighty, lefty loosey, they decree, A rhyme of mechanics, a playful spree.
With a twist to the right, oh, the magic it weaves, Securing the bond, as it deftly achieves. Righty tighty, a clockwise turn to bind, A snug little twist, a connection defined.
Yet the left beckons with its whimsical call, A twist to the left, a loosening sprawl. Lefty loosey, a counter-clockwise flow, Unraveling secrets, it willingly shows.
Righty tighty, lefty loosey, they sway, A duet of motion, in their mechanical ballet. Twisting and turning, they whisper in song, A symphony of movement, where they both belong.
So heed their advice in your mechanical groove, Righty tighty, lefty loosey, a mantra to prove, In the dance of mechanics, they hold the key, A delightful rhyme, a whimsical decree.
My favorite time of day? It’s that serene moment in the early evening when the sky transitions into a canvas of pastel hues. It’s when I savor a slice of grape cheesecake, relishing the burst of flavors that dance on my taste buds. Amidst this tranquil time, my mischievous cat seems to shed a flurry of hair, marking its playful antics throughout the day. And in the distance, the rhythmic bleats of goats offer a soothing backdrop, a reminder of nature’s harmonious chorus. That’s when the day’s chaos settles, and a quiet calmness envelops everything.
But usually none of that happens, I’m snapped back to reality and begin my nightly cry.
In the realm of low-stakes New Year’s resolutions, I’ve decided to approach things like a turtle: slow, steady, and deliberate.
One of my goals is to read a few pages before bed each night, embracing the tranquility of the night like a ghostly whisper weaving through the pages.
Another resolution involves culinary adventures—I plan to try a new recipe every month, daring my taste buds to dance to flavors they’ve yet to meet, maybe even conjuring a dish that turns a stinky apple into a delicious surprise. And to inject some movement into my work-from-home routine, I aim to take short walks during breaks, not as a sprint but as a turtle’s amble, allowing myself to soak in the world outside my screen.
These resolutions are gentle nudges toward a better self without the weight of undue pressure.
Two years ago, I played Terraria, last year was Valheim, and this year I’m still deciding. I might play Valheim again. I’m working on a base that is absolutely huge.