The Zombies and “Tell Her No”. The lead singer still looks to be in pain. Hope he eventually got over it. Poor baby.
Just felt like mixing things up a bit. Hope your weekend was a good one!!
Mine was just lovely. The sun was out and I overdid the gardening to the point of not being able to make a fist with my hands the next day. Doh. Nothing like a little arthritis to make you feel old. I also fixed my dryer vent thingy. I am finally able to do laundry anytime I want. If I want to (and can get myself conscious) get up at 2:00 a.m. and do a load of laundry, I can. That is because I have a working dryer vent. I think I was without it for long enough to truly appreciate it. That Target bag, although very sturdy, was ugly and limiting. So, now I need to concentrate on the yard, but it appears that the judicious use of time and hands is in order.
So, I was sorta thinking that posting was becoming not so much fun anymore I do this every once in a while. I believe it is due to my feelings of inadequacy and the fact that it appears that I still need to be popular. When that little feeling pops its ugly head up, I’m not only unhappy, I’m disappointed in myself. I thought I was past all that, but it appears I am not. I will not delve into the thing that happened that bothered me. I will just tell you that I put on my big girl panties and realized that I don’t need that person to like me or accept me. I’m ok with that. Now. After I got my panties in a bunch. I was going to blame it all on the Pissyfairy, but decided to ‘fess up. Sometimes it’s all about maturity, and the big girl panties.
So, to move on, I finally started knitting again. Know what I found out? I couldn’t see. My new glasses are a huge change. I had gotten to the point where I wasn’t even able to read charts. Did I analyze the problem and realize I needed new glasses? Heck, no. I went to the eye doctor because it had been too long between visits. I think (and, hope) that the change developed so slowly that I didn’t realize how much my eyes had deteriorated. I don’t have anything to show, yet, but will soon (IhopeIhopeIhope).
I do want to share something with you. We all think we are so clever and have everything under control. That is the key word, my dears. I am pretty accepting of Mom’s death and working on making my life without her, but with her memories instead. For the most part, I’m ok with it. I really have no choice, but I have grieved and grieved and now am working on living with the grief. So, you can imagine my surprise Sunday afternoon, after coming home from church and having a bite to eat, sitting down at the computer and starting Mom’s taxes. I burst into tears. Fuck the IRS for trying to reduce us all to cash deposits. Of course, I have known all along this needed to be done, but the sheer bottom line/mathematics of it messed with me and I caved. Of course, I got control again (that word is starting to mess with me, I swear) and finished, but I was completely floored by my reaction. How dare I become emotional. And, yet, who the hell do I think I am? Would I really want to reduce my Mother’s memory to a mere aside? Never. I was truly blessed with loving parents. I feel so deeply for those who were not given the gift of loving/supportive parents, so I sucked it up, dried my tears and finished her taxes. The IRS owes my Mom money. So, there!
Since I gave you my soundtrack at the beginning of the post, I don’t have a good ending. I am rethinking the soundtrack location right now. It suits my purposes much more to have it at the end. Have a wonderful Monday and I’ll see you here at this same battime on the same batchannel on Wednesday morn.