It would appear that the Skank has declared a personal war against me. It couldn't be because of her nickname, could it?? Nah ... I didn't think so!! (Skank = Mother Nature, in case you're late to the party!!) I'm serious about that statement though. I have a date with a plane tomorrow, bound for the sunny skies and tanned beaches of Southern California, and according to my local meteorologist, we're looking at anywhere from 8"-18" of that nasty, white, cold, frozen crap here along the front range, starting at 2 pm this afternoon. Freaking seriously??? I finally get a vacay on the books and she thinks that she can deny me my CaliAngel and the beach?? WHAT THE FUUUU...(sorry mom)...
No, I'm not bitter ... I'm pissed!! And not just because she's jerking me around with my trip!! I've been feeling this shitake for the last 2 days. The turning forks that vaguely resemble my skeletal system have been ringing like the bells of Notre Dame. What's worse is that I can totally identify with Quasimodo's screamings of "sanctuary" as he vibrates back and forth between the damn bells!! I am really trying to keep my composure but this has all of the feelings/makings of one nasty-@$$ "storm from hell". (I don't have to apologize to my mom for that one ... it's her quote from this morning!!) I've been trying to finish laundry all morning but I find myself having to make 6-7 trips per load. It hurts too much to carry the laundry basket and I'm lucky if I can carry 4 pieces of clothing at a time, to and from the washer and dryer ... and then all of those trips make my feet even more sensitive than they already were. So I have positioned my laptop at my kitchen table once again (1/2 way between the washer/dryer and my sofa surf board) so that I can have a resting place but still keep moving.
How in the sam-hill-heck am I supposed to stay positive when my mental and physical well-being is at stake?? I'm trying, but ... son of a motherless goat, it's tough!! Maybe if I give myself permission to breakdown for an hour or so, just to regroup and refocus, I can get back on my Pollyanna track again. Yeah, that's exactly what I think I'll do!!
I have faith that regardless of whether or not I am able to get to Cali, I will accept my fate ... either with a smile (Cali) or a bad attitude (CO), I will accept it.
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