Gee only a couple of weeks late for Christmas. I guess sitting in the bay window with the blind down is not conducive to blooming. By raising the blind I must have let some warmth in and encouraged them to try. When you think about it this is an example of my life for the last year. A little behind schedule, fighting to meet deadlines, and just somewhat ineffective because I haven’t really cared. I find myself looking at a task, any task, feeling like I would rather hide under my covers then attempt to accomplish it. Now I am not unhappy or depressed just unmotivated. Can a person get that way? It is like going through that phase of not caring what you eat because you feel that food is fuel only!
I know it is the winter, cold, snow, ice, and the dangers they present. At least that is what I thought. But it is not just the season. I find myself having to repeat the statements I’ve made, then being very angry because I feel the person I am talking to has tuned me out or doesn’t care to hear what I have to say. Then of course the next reaction is to shout or express disgust because I am so angry.
When I ask for help I get it but it is with the attitude of ‘why do you bother me with your petty shit when I have other responsibilities and interests to pursue?’ I do sound selfish don’t I! But dammit if you feel it will be forgotten and not get done you do tend to nag. It seems that only I care that bills get paid on time, or the phone calls to friends and relative get made.
I have resolved to be more attentive to others, to find the happy part of living, and stop growing the frown lines in my face deeper. Well I think I’m failing but what is new with that.
No snow last night that is one good thing. The tractor was in and out of the shop again this last week. Judging by the cost of repairs lately I think a new machine is called for. But again you worry because taking on this type of expense when the pickup is about nine years old and could need replacing at any time. It is enough to turn your white hair gray. Oh that is another thing that pisses me off. The statement you worry too much. I agree I probably do but it is my nature and after almost 74 years I’m not going to change now.
Now that I bored you with my rant I’m going to close and either finish ‘The Broken Window’ by J. Deavers, work on my lap robe, clean bird cages, figure the check book, or stare at the TV for a while. I may even refuel with a bit of breakfast first. Have a good day and laugh out loud because I’m going to try to!