I got invited on Facebook to a lovely concert, given by a pianist that I like. The event page listed the music to be played, and I think I would really enjoy it. And the concert is at a time when I can go to it, too! However, I don’t think I want to blow fifty fucking dollars on it. 
Oh, they are very nice horses, perfect for a greenhorn like me to be handling. They like people and will do whatever I want them to do once I figure out how to tell them what I want. They probably roll their horsie eyes behind my back but that’s OK. I have cats, I’m used to it.
Sorry about that Dunkelheit. I hope you are feeling better.
Bill flew out for the weekend. I thought I’d get used to him flying away from me, he does it at least once a month. Its not like he’s flying into a warzone, for crying out loud. I knew what I was getting into from the start. I still cry every time I drop him off at the airport. I’m such an idiot. :smack:
No, flatlined, you are NOT an idiot. When my son went for his basic training at Great Lakes I cried. For fuck’s sake, it’s not like he was going to the ends of the earth - it’s not even an hour away. When he first came home I cried. When he left for New York I cried, when he came home I cried, when he went to SC I cried, when he came home I cried, when he left for GA I cried, when he came home I cried - when the people we love leave us (and come back to us) we freakin’ cry - because we love them!
For crying out loud (so to speak - snerk) when my husband couldn’t make bail in Rolling Meadows before being transported to county jail at 26th and California in Chicago, I cried! I also cried when I picked him up - but that was more of a function of how much a lawyer was going to cost on top of the bail I had just paid. 
So cry away - it’s human, it’s normal, and it’s love.
I want to drown this month.
I just checked the weather forecast for tomorrow. Oh fucking hell. Three to five inches of snow starting at four in the morning. Seriously. What the fuck is it with the damned month? If they cancel school tomorrow it will be our fifth cancelled school date in less than a month. If they cancel school tomorrow, it will be a cancellation of a day that was reinstated as a school day because they cancelled school twice last week because of snow. This is fucking crazy.
Why the fuck can’t it snow on weekends? Or on holidays like today? Ugh. Just fuck off and go away, February. The snow is up to my thighs in our front yard. We’ve got icicles hanging from half the damned eaves and poor birdies begging for food from our bird feeder. I have no idea where they’re going to put five inches of snow. I live on a side street. Half the street is already full of snow. There’s only a narrow passage on either side.
Ok, I’m fucking tired of this. And tired.
Two weeks ago on Wednesday, I stayed home because I felt like I’d been beaten with sticks. Apparently I don’t necessarily go all runny-nose high fever anymore, I just get ‘beaten up’ by illness. Thursday and Friday weren’t fun, but I went to work. My back hurt all over the place, intermittently and moving. And the bad dreams. Dreaming frequently, all bad, all stupid, all annoying as fuck instead of scary, every fucking time I rolled over and went back to sleep. Every fucking night. That Saturday, my lower back went out and the weekend fucking sucked. All of last week I felt run down and sore, but slowly improving.
Then the Spin Cycle began. Ok, I get it, I’m stressed, and I have a number of small but cumulatively significant reasons to be. But I hate the fucking Spin Cycle. That’s where I toss and turn all night. Sleep 5-10 minutes (this time, less when really freaked), wake up, turn over and go back to sleep. All. Fucking. Night.
Last night I went to bed early. I had been asleep about 10 minutes when my dad called and woke me up to ask some questions. Now, I’m not exactly happy with him, because mom had spinal fusion surgery last tuesday, went into a care facility on Friday, and the idiot didn’t bring her any of her stuff at any point to keep her entertained. I fucking drove down to their house Saturday night in a snow storm to pick up her Nook, her mail, some clothing and her computer. Moron refused to give his wife of nearly 60 years “his” iPad while she’s laid up. :smack: Just fucking stupid.
Ok, so anyway, more Spin Cycle, all night long. I wake up this morning with a massive headache. I went to work anyway. Shouldn’t have.
Fuck this all to pieces. I have no fucking understanding how a bunch of petty things that don’t add up to anything life threatening and are all a bunch of ‘meh’ somehow add up to me being so oddly stressed that this fucking shit is happening.
Hang in there, buddy. This, too, shall pass.
Two calls like that from relatives who should know better is the reason I now switch off my phone or leave it in another room when I go to bed.
I hope you’ll get better soon.
A neighbor of ours dropped dead across the street while shoveling snow on Saturday. I glanced out the window and smiled and waved, then went about my business in the kitchen. I glanced out again 15-20 minutes later and a couple of people who had been strolling by were stopped at his driveway. I just assumed they were all chatting. I didn’t realize until the firetruck, ambulance and police car arrived that the poor man had died right there, across the street.
A couple of minutes later, he was covered with a sheet and loaded into the ambulance while his now widow was helped into the passenger side of the ambulance by the paramedic and policeman. Then the ambulance drove silently away. We’re all cleaning up her house and such to help out, but I feel so horrible for her. He was literally there one minute, gone the next.
Seriously, why can’t somebody figure out a way to take all that fucking snow, melt it, and ship it out to CA where we are dry as a fucking bone?
No kidding. Because when this nearly three feet of snow starts to melt, we’re going to have flooding everywhere. The ground is frozen down 20 inches, so won’t absorb any of the melt, and the street drains are all covered with piles of ice/snow. So the runoff is going to just flood streets, sidewalks, and people’s houses. Likely starting the middle of this week before it all freezes into ice ponds again.
Because a certain political party thinks locally and acts globally. What we need is a modern, national water and power distribution grid. Probably could tack high speed internet on top of that.
Granted, it’s lame versus new widows and droughts and spring flooding, but:
Tony has the Man Flu! It’s horrible, the world is ending! He needs a tissue, stat! And something to drink! (“While you’re at it, Baby, can you bring me breakfast in bed? Lunch? Dinner? Where’s my phone charger and the remote?”)
Sure, I can have the very same cold virus, along with the kids, but that’s okay: I can still attend to kids, dogs, daily chores, and the Sickest Husband this Side of the Pecos…
Yeah, bub. At this point, if you’re looking for sympathy, here’s a dictionary. It’s right between “shit” and “syphilis.” :rolleyes:
You want a lame complaint? My big problem so far today (aside from simply being up this early) is a problem with a Facebook game. 
Friend of mine checked in w/ me last night. She’s been single for years, after being badly burned; I’m sorta-newly widowed. We mutually ego-patted each other for having made it through V-Day last week.
Today *would *have been the birthday of her now-dead younger sister, who died in a car accident.
I had an MRI done for some nerve pain shooting down my arm and pain in my back. I have an appointment with a doctor to discuss the results next week.
But being the fool I am, I looked up my results yesterday and now I’m worried. The word “severe” was used way too many times for my comfort.
I wish it were the “old days” where you had to wait for the doctor to tell you what was wrong with you.
Now you people are just baiting me, aren’t you? This doesn’t even have to be a discussion any more.
SOUSA
A lead not a leash. 
The last bit of painting we have to do in our house is the back hallway - it’s really, really high. My husband and I took turns painting the primer yesterday, then walked around like a pair of 70 year olds, holding our backs. Ai-yi-yi! We have two more coats to do.
How difficult is it really to take the dish cloth and wring it out and put it either on the side of the sink or drop it directly into the laundry basket that is right there? It’s really right there. I know, I put it there on purpose so they wouldn’t have to walk to the laundry room. Why, why must everyone else in the house besides me just leave the sopping wet dishcloth in the sink???
I dunno, to quote the Sage, maybe people shouldn’t live in a fucking desert.