There isn't a cloud in the sky. Most people love when there isn't a cloud in the sky, but I have to be different, crabby about good weather, a curmudgeon. Why does it seem like there are more obligations when it's a sunny day?
"A good day for a walk," someone might say.
"I'm trying to catch up on my yard work," someone else mentions. My yard has weeds that are two feet tall and theirs looks like a golf course.
Oh, my only problem is five and a half hours of sleep and too many obligations. I have a meeting this morning, Nick's physical therapy this afternoon. The roofing guy is coming soon after that, and Nick has karate tonight. No time for a break. No time, even, to make a decent dinner, not that I have anything planned for dinner.
Tomorrow, on a morning when I should be sleeping in, Mike is going for a hike. That will involve extra morning noise. And Nick is supposed to meet a friend for a movie. Who goes to the movies in the morning?
See what I mean? Curmudgeon. I can't even enjoy going to the movies at this point. I'm not sure what I need, but it isn't going to the movies. It isn't taking my son to karate or talking with a roofing guy or going to a meeting.
I also have the problem of the too early dawn. This is the time of year that it's light out at 4:30 in the morning. I need black-out shades or those little silk blinds for my eyes. I know there's a word for that, but I can't think of it. It's too early, not even 6:00 am. I wake up before I need to. I wake up crabby and tired and there's a hectic fizz to the days.
Next week will be better, I tell myself. Next week isn't as busy. But I need to call landscapers, schedule the roofers, get notes from Nick's doctor and physical therapist for football, buy dress pants for Nick's middle school graduation, go through my pile to see what I missed. You do have a pile, don't you? I'm sure I've missed something.
And why the hell do they have a graduation from 8th grade? Sure he's going to a new school next year, but it's with the same kids he's hanging out with this year. And he's not done with school. He's not nearly done with school. What's the big deal?
I'm not a big fan of fanfare either.
See what I mean?
Curmudgeon.
Thank you for listening, jules
"A good day for a walk," someone might say.
"I'm trying to catch up on my yard work," someone else mentions. My yard has weeds that are two feet tall and theirs looks like a golf course.
Oh, my only problem is five and a half hours of sleep and too many obligations. I have a meeting this morning, Nick's physical therapy this afternoon. The roofing guy is coming soon after that, and Nick has karate tonight. No time for a break. No time, even, to make a decent dinner, not that I have anything planned for dinner.
Tomorrow, on a morning when I should be sleeping in, Mike is going for a hike. That will involve extra morning noise. And Nick is supposed to meet a friend for a movie. Who goes to the movies in the morning?
See what I mean? Curmudgeon. I can't even enjoy going to the movies at this point. I'm not sure what I need, but it isn't going to the movies. It isn't taking my son to karate or talking with a roofing guy or going to a meeting.
I also have the problem of the too early dawn. This is the time of year that it's light out at 4:30 in the morning. I need black-out shades or those little silk blinds for my eyes. I know there's a word for that, but I can't think of it. It's too early, not even 6:00 am. I wake up before I need to. I wake up crabby and tired and there's a hectic fizz to the days.
Next week will be better, I tell myself. Next week isn't as busy. But I need to call landscapers, schedule the roofers, get notes from Nick's doctor and physical therapist for football, buy dress pants for Nick's middle school graduation, go through my pile to see what I missed. You do have a pile, don't you? I'm sure I've missed something.
And why the hell do they have a graduation from 8th grade? Sure he's going to a new school next year, but it's with the same kids he's hanging out with this year. And he's not done with school. He's not nearly done with school. What's the big deal?
I'm not a big fan of fanfare either.
See what I mean?
Curmudgeon.
Thank you for listening, jules
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