Day 275. What Gives?

Geez!  Something’s in the air.  And it ain’t pretty.  At least it’s how my day went yesterday.  Tell you the truth, I’m not so sure I want to venture outside today.  If it’s rudeanything like yesterday was, I’d just as soon stay home.  By myself.  Alone with my cats.  With the ringer off on my phone.  No email.  No texting.  No nothing.

Locked in the bathroom.

It started off well enough.

Gorgeous sunny day.  Something like the fourth or fifth in a row.  Nice and warm.  Everyone should be happy, for God sake.

Winter’s barely a memory.

The trees are full of pretty, new green leaves.  No bare branches at all.  Flowers are popping up everywhere.  Gardens look so pretty.  And fresh.  Planters are filled.  So are window boxes.  Sidewalk cafes are packed.  Girls are wearing sandals.  And pretty frocks.  In prints.  And pastels.  And bright colours.  Guys are walking around without their jackets and ties, shirt sleeves rolled up.

Everyone’s wearing sunglasses.  Everyone with a convertible’s driving with the top down.  Streets are full of people.  Parks are jammed.  Cyclists are out in full force.  So are rollerbladers.  And moms pushing strollers and carriages.  And dads playing ball and shooting hoops with their sons.

You can’t get an appointment at a day spa to save your life.  Everyone’s going for manicures and pedicures.  Days are longer.  It’s still light out at 8:00 p.m.  It’s bright when we wake up in the morning.

Everyone should be happy.  Ya think?

Finally, some decent weather.  After a long, cold, miserable winter.  Finally.

Everyone should be happy.  In a good mood.  Ya think?

Not yesterday!  Not in my world.  I hope yours was better, but mine was a bitch!

No matter where I was.  No matter where I turned.  I was confronted with crabby people.  Impatient people.  Nasty people.  Rude people.  Ungrateful people.  Angry people.  Grumpy people.  Scowling people.  Frowning people.  Unhappy people.  Downright obnoxious people.

Put me right off, I don’t mind telling you.

I woke up with a smile.  Bounced out of bed.  Excited to greet the new day.

Sure didn’t last long.

Ruined my whole day, if you want to know.  I tried not to let it get to me, but it kept happening.  Over and over again.  One miserable human after another.  There’s only so long you can ignore it, you know.  Sooner or later, it’s got to get to you.  I tried.  I really did.

But get to me, it did.  I could feel it.  Like bile rising in my throat.  Sour.  Burning.  Uncomfortable.  Annoying.

Which aggravated me all the more.  Because I really wanted to have a good day.  A nice day.  A happy day.

Wasn’t meant to be, I guess.

Ended up with a headache.  Tired as hell.  Cranky myself.  Could not wait to get home.

Did not want to see anyone.  Did not want to talk to anyone.  Did not want to read.  Or watch TV.  Or listen to music.  Just wanted to go home.  Just wanted to curl up in a little ball.

Felt like forever until the elevator door opened on my floor.  Couldn’t unlock my door fast enough.  Threw myself down on my bed.  Closed my eyes.  And all of a sudden I felt a cold, wet nose on my face.  Bartlett.  One of my cats.  Next thing I knew he was head butting me.

He knew I’d had a shitty day.

Then I heard a squeak and another warm, furry body curled up on my chest.  Lots of purring going on.  Sundance.  My other cat.

He knew I’d had a shitty day, too.

We stayed like that for quite a while.  And suddenly, I forgot all about the lousy day I’d had.

Is there a full moon?  Does anybody know?

Just in case, I’m staying home today.  You know.  As a precaution.

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24 thoughts on “Day 275. What Gives?

      • Thank you. Guinness ate a big bowl of wet food and went for a short walk this morning. George and Godiva are staying close to him–everyone is snoozing again. Nice life if you can get it!

      • Tell me about it! I’ve always said I want to come back as one of my cats. I love how close the 3 gs are to each other. It is really sweet.

  1. So true, pets always know….Hope you have a better day, Fransi! Mohair blankets can be very nice, too………:)

  2. Aww makes me so appreciate my own boy Surly! Sorry about that kind of day but I think they need to be interspersed in there. At least you weren’t crabby while the rest of the world was smling! 🙂

  3. Perhaps everyone forgot it was Tuesday and not Monday?

    Most people don’t like to be nuzzled by a squirrel, so in lieu of that, I will instead just provide you with some good cheer 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

  4. Probably caused by impending bad weather after a series of nice days. Pets do know. Sometimes they are better than chocolate. Or maybe pets and chocolate can’t be beat! It’s pouring here today. We need the rain so I won’t complain.

    • Mix of sun and cloud here, but rain is heading our way. Pets, chocolate abd margaritas. Now there’s a happy combo!!

  5. And some people say that cats aren’t loving and responsive animals! This just proves how wrong they are. Have a wonderful day, today! May all the sad, mad and cranky people be wherever you are not! 🙂

    • People who say that, and there are many of them, have never lived with a cat. All of mine have been extremely loving and affectionate. And funny and quirky and fascinating. Hope you have a wonderful, grumpy-free day too.

  6. My hunch is that what’s in the air is pollen! Allergies make me crabby, not that I take it out on other people. I love Spring, forgetting how miserable I feel all season long.

    • Oh, I know. I’ve been sneezing like crazy abd my eyes are so itchy I could scream. But it doesn’t make me cranky either.

  7. One good thing about yesterdays happenings Fransi – it’s history, the other consolation you have is you feel better while they are probably wallowing in self pity.

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