No Blog Today

I tried. Really I did. But no matter what I wrote I would have pissed off someone or other and I'm still too tired and self-absorbed to deal with it.

I'm going to finish my vacuuming and my laundry and go back to bed.

Hope your day is better.

It's Confirmed

It's 70 degress outside today.




It's pouring.






I'm watching Christmas movies.







Yep, I've lost my mind.







Want to join me?

Dunno

Agitate – verb – to excite and the mind and feelings of

Dejected – adjective – cast down in spirits

Discompose – transitive verb – to disturb the order of

Discontent – noun - a sense of grievance

Discourage – transitive verb – to deprive of courage or confidence

Dishearten – transitive verb – to cause to lose spirit or morale

Disquiet – verb – to take away the peace or tranquility of

Dissatisfied – noun – lack of contentment

Downcast – adjective – low in spirit

Overwhelm – transitive verb – to overpower in thought or feeling

Restless – adjective - characterized by or manifesting unrest especially of mind

Sad – adjective – affected with or expressive of grief or unhappiness

Subdue – transitive verb – to conquer and bring into subjection

Swage – verb – to disturb the poise of

Unease – noun – mental or spiritual discomfort; vague dissatisfaction

Unquiet – adjective - Physically, emotionally or mentally restless

Sooner or Later

I’m going to catch whoever it is that’s sneaking into my kitchen and leaving all that odd food in my cabinets. The latest is a package of instant microwave chickpea curry. The picture is not at all appealing so I have no idea why anyone would ever buy it. I like chick peas and I like curries so in theory it could be good. I know a man who loves to cook. I bet he could whip up some that would be amazing but instant? Um, I somehow don’t think so.

Right behind that there’s a box of kosher potato pancake mix. What the? Where the hell did that come from? Who in their right mind needs a mix for that?

The other day I found a jar of peanut butter. Peanut butter! And it was opened. I don’t eat peanut butter. I asked the cats just who they were letting into the house when I’m not home but of course I got that look only cats can give.

In the refrigerator there are nine different flavors of mustard, also all open. That’s okay, I like mustards. The only problem is I have no recollection of eating any of them, nor do I have anything that you might want to put mustard on.

There’s a box of fish sticks in the freezer. I didn’t eat them as a kid. I’m certainly not going to start now. Or maybe I have. Maybe I’ve lost my mind and have a whole other life I don’t know about that includes eating strange things or having an assortment of people into my home. Maybe, instead of setting up the video camera to see what the cats are getting up to during the day, I need it to watch myself.

Curiouser and curiouser…

Aggravation

This is not my week.

First, I received a letter in the mail informing me the doctor I oh so carefully chose is leaving the practice. I don't know why nor do I know where she is going.

Then today I turned on my phone only to discover that the woman who cuts my hair is leaving the salon I go to. Again, I chose her carefully and for a very specific reason.

What are these careful and specific reasons, you wonder? Other than the obvious qualifications, I went by location and age. I want convenience and I want someone who has good odds of being around longer than I am. Hey, I'm busy and I'm tired and I just don't feel like running all over the place any more. Is that so wrong?

I spoke with my hair lady. Her reason is very valid. She's opening a shop with her sister. All the way over on the other side of town. Not impossible but very user-friendly either. I asked about pricing. It's equivalent so not an issue. But I don't ever get to that part of Reading. She said she'd love to see me again but she'd understand if I switched to one of the other ladies in her former location. Hm, very likely I will since it's less than a quarter of a block from my house.

I will be calling my doctor to find out where she's going tomorrow. I had jury duty so I didn't have the chance to do that today. With my luck I'm sure she's relocating to East Timbuktu and I'll be forced to start the whole new doctor finding process all over again.

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for change but sometimes it sure can be a damn nuisance.

Wah Wah Wah

I swear today I must have been sounding like Charlie Brown’s teacher. Either that or I suddenly quit speaking English without realizing it and everyone around me lost their translation filters or something. Whatever it was, nearly every word I uttered was met with a universal “Huh?”

I don’t know about you but personally, by the fourteenth time I find huh truly aggravating. I tried to maintain a sense of humor about it but it just wasn’t happening. My solution was to stop talking altogether. Then of course we were back to the whole “what’s wrong with Barb routine”.

Do you think I should have told them? How do you think they would have reacted if I’d responded, “Nothing. You’re just too damn annoying to continue attempting to converse with any further today”? I suspect not at all well. Then again, they probably would have thought I was joking. Sometimes I think they haven’t paid enough attention and don’t know me at all. On the other hand, I do see that as a plus for the most part.

Yes, I admit it. I’m selective about who I let into my life. Oh, I’ll talk to anyone. I just don’t reveal things to most that I wouldn’t hire a skywriter to blast across the sky on any given day.

As I seem to have lost whatever non-existent train of thought I never had to start with I suppose that’s enough for today.

One thing that is rather important. It is Veterans Day. If you encounter any in your travels be sure to say thank you. I did.

Opinion Please

My office mate and I were having a discussion today and don’t see eye to eye at all on this one…

Musicals.

I love them. She, on the other hand, absolutely abhors the breaking out into song in the middle of things. Which of course is now my mission in life to do just that on days when I wish to be as annoying as possible. I might even go so far as to invent my own songs, just for her.

Something I rarely admit to is that I did, at one point in my young life, have voice lessons so I actually can sing. Not that I’d choose to carry a tune while serenading her. What fun would that be?

Perhaps, I’ll go one step further and do a little jig for her too. Yes, I can see it now. Won’t that make our days at work just fly by? And no, I won’t tell you where we work so you can come peer in the windows.

Recharged

Aren't friends the best?

I was supposed to have dinner with Riley and her husband on Friday night. They were swinging by to pick me up since they were already out and about. When I opened the car door, Riley announced she had a surprise for me. Neeley was with them! Yay!!! After last week it was exactly what I needed. Not that an evening with Riley and her husband alone wouldn't have been fun. They always are but having Neeley there too made it even more so. [A note just for that other child who reads this now and then - When are you coming home to see me? I need snickerdoodles before you're off on your big adventure! And I better hear from you while you're away.]

Then yesterday I spent much of the afternoon with Eva May and her family. It never fails to leave me smiling, hanging out with that crew. What a truly wonderful bunch of individuals they are!

Today I'm home, doing my weekend chores but that's okay. I'll be on-line in while I'm doing them. I'm sure to find my cyber friends at some point so I'll have company. Laundry's not so bad when you're catching up with what's going on around the world.

Yep, friends are the best and life is good.

Shh

I'm reading.

That's right. You heard me correctly. I'm reading. A truly enthralling tale written by a master storyteller. Sadly it's not yet published so the rest of you will have to wait but I honestly believe it's only a matter of time.

The writer in question was most generous in sharing a glimpse of his work with me and all I can say is thank you from the bottom of my heart. As I've been reading I have journeyed along with his hero. His words paint such a vivid picture that I am lost.

Now you, my dear writer, you must either hurry up and get published or send me more because, as any of my friends will tell you, I haven't read anything in months but your words make me want to. No, with your words, I need to. Through you words, you've returned something very important to me and I will treasure that always.

Barb the Plumber

I have to replace the washer in the hot water faucet in my tub. No problem. I’ve done it before. Only it is a hassle this time. I’m out of washers. So now I have to venture out to Lowes first.

While I’m there I should investigate the filters for the in-line thingy the ex installed even though I told him not to. Although the filters do last for what seems like forever, about two years, I should have one on hand for when it’s time to change since it’s getting close to that now. I figure while I have the water off for the washer I may as well do that right away too. The thing is I don’t even know what the unit’s officially called. It has a clear tank and a blue cap which is the part that is attached to the water pipe.

I can picture the looks I’ll be getting now, can’t you? The filter fits into the tank. I suppose I should measure the tank before I go. Yes, that might help. As I recall the purpose of it was to make the water taste better. Dunno if it worked or not. The cats and I drank bottled water before it was on the line and we still did after he installed it, damn man. I told him repeatedly not to cut my brand new pipes apart but do you think he listened to me? No, of course not. Why would he respect my wishes about that when he never did about anything else either?

Sorry, I digress. Once I accomplish the locating of the replacement filter I then have to go about removing the tank. Guaranteed it’s screwed on way too tight for it to be easy. At least I understand the basic principle of that one. And yes, I do know to open the spigot in the kitchen, the nearest outlet to the tank, before I begin so all the water in the house doesn’t drain onto me.

Then all I have to do is make sure I get the tank aligned properly so it doesn’t leak when I screw it back together. Piece of cake.