It’s just one of those days.
Day’s I’m having more and more of. Feeling sorry for myself.
Yeah I know, I don’t even feel angry anymore. I know, I know, don’t say it. But I don’t. I haven’t cared enough about anything recently to be angry about.
I just don’t give a shit anymore.
A little self pity inserted here.
Sorry.
Things have to get better here girls.
I have two really close friends battling life-threatening diseases and I know I shouldn’t whine, but like I said, just one of those days..
Seems like the days are turning into weeks are turning into months.
Something’s got to give here.
As Audrey Hepburn says in my favorite movie “Breakfast as Tiffany’s”. I’m having a “Case of the Mean Reds.”
I have no reason to feel this way; I should be counting my blessings.
I have a reasonably good life. Other than a few bumps in the road, one being my husband dropping dead, which was a very big bump. (Scratch that, it’s a fucking mountain)
But I have an exciting life. I’ve been around, no, not that way. I mean I travel and do things other people would find exciting.
I also have great friends and family.
So why do I have this case of the Mean Reds?
OK, if anyone hears rumbling, it’s my husband rolling in his grave……..I had a startling revelation this week.
I think I actually miss the chaos of my old life when my kids were little. Dan was working 60 hrs a week, which was a constant point of contention for me. A whole neighborhood of kids running wet through my house all day because we were the only ones in the neighborhood with a pool(One of those tacky above ground ones). The phones ringing constantly, school meetings. Having to crawl over bikes to get to my front porch. You get the point.
I remember sitting in my kitchen thinking I can’t wait till this is all over and I can just sit on my sofa and watch whatever I want.
You know what, I think its been about a month since anyone has sat on my sofa. There was a time when we used to fight over who got to sit on the sofa. I used to make kids and husband take turns. Yes husband, he was just a bigger kid. Sometimes he was worse than the kids.
One time he broke his leg playing Vikings in our back alley. He had all the neighborhood kids broke up into teams. He yelled charge and slipped and fell. The ER Dr.s had fun with that. He was 37 years old.
Anyway, I guess with Devin having gone up the lake for the summer and Danny in Mt. Washington, I should be happy, shouldn’t I?
I am not.
I guess this is what they mean by “Empty Nest Syndrome”.
I used to call people who complained of things like that fools.
Little did I know. (As usual)
Oh well, I’m done whining now. Sorry, won’t happen again.
I don’t want to turn into a sissy la-la. We all know how I feel about sissy girls.
For this week’s anger management we are going on a field trip to see Room Full of Blues at the Arts Festival.
They sing the blues better than I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We will be meeting for happy hour at 1902 Landmark in Market Square sometime around 5:30. Then head over to concert around 7.
Coming attractions:
June 14- Elbow Room for Dan's Birthday.
June 21 - Cafe Sam (Up on the Deck)
June 28 - Drinks on Ginny Ann's(First Cousin)deck.
Be forewarned: Mel-cum has major anger issues about people walking dogs in Frick Park without leashes. I think she is just crabby because she knocked her hip out not acting her age at a hash event this past weekend.
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