Back to reality …

Don’t know if you’ve realized it, but for the last little while I have been making a real effort to think (and write) only about the positive: Pleasant memories, good times, gratitude and so on.

It’s worked, too.

The more I’ve concentrated on the upbeat, the less involved I’ve been in the Trump madness, the better my mood and my attitude have become.

But nothing lasts forever, I guess. The world isn’t rosy all the time and fake euphoria (like fake news) doesn’t do anyone any good. So I’m going to give in, vent for a minute, get it off my chest, and hope it’ll go away. Then Continue reading

Accentuate the positive …

My resistance must be lower than normal.  Either that or for some reason I’m being tested.  Because I figs and prosciuttocan’t remember any other time in my life when absolutely everything I tried to do turned out to be unnecessarily challenging, difficult, trying and frustrating.  But that’s the way it’s been lately.  Jeez!

Thankfully I’ve got some very good friends who are okay with me calling and venting, getting it off my chest.  That and I’ve been taking one helluva lot of deep breaths, let me tell you.

Rather than dwell on it though, I’ve decided that every day I’m going to think of something good, something positive, something to be grateful for.  No, no, no, not the obvious, you know, for my parents, for my family, for my career, for waking up in the morning. Of course I’m Continue reading

Come fly with me (OR NOT).

“Bang!  Bang!  BANG!  Crash!  Splat.  Ouch!  OW!”  Don’t worry.  That’s just the sound of me knocking my head against the wall.   frequent flyerGo on, ask me why.  Just trying to use up some of my frequent flier miles, is all.  HA!!  It would probably be easier for me to call the White House and ask to speak to President Obama.  And I know you feel my pain.

Not too sure anyone likes any airline’s loyalty (frequent flier) program, but I think you’d be hard pressed to find an unhappier group than Aeroplan members.  When it first started up, years ago, it belonged to Air Canada.  Then it split off and became a separate entity, although it’s still for passengers who fly Air Canada and its partner airlines.   Frankly I’ve never understood this whole Continue reading

It’s out of control …

Actually, we’re out of control.   And if you’re paying attention, as in living life with your eyes wide open, you’ve noticed it too — angryand if you’re not guilty yourself, I’m guessing you’re as fed up as I am.

A few weeks ago I had a meeting.  It was the first time we’d laid eyes on each other.  They called me.  I was with them for an hour.  One of them texted the entire time I was there.  His device never left his hands.  He may have spoken once.  Maybe.  He made eye contact with me twice — when I arrived and again when I left.  That was it.

It took all the discipline I could muster to stop myself from reaching across the table, grabbing the offending item, tossing it on to the floor and jumping all over it.  Just before I sailed out of Continue reading

Day 222. Oh Shit!

Yeah, I’m having one of those.  Everything I touch.  Everything.  So I’m doing something unusual.  I’m writing tomorrow’s post today.  Don’t give yourself a tearsheadache trying to figure it out.  I’m doing it for me.  For my sanity.  For my mental health.  Consider it therapy.

I’m thinking if I get rid of it, now, I’ll feel better.

And by the time you read this, tomorrow, I’ll be fine.  Giggling.  Chirping merrily away.  Not even remembering today.  As if it never happened.

No, I’m not going to go into detail.  I’m not going to tell you what’s gotten me so riled up.  It doesn’t matter.  It’s irrelevant.  And it’s a bunch of stuff anyway.  Like I said before, everything I’ve touched so far today, has turned into doo doo.

What I am going to do, is put all my recently-discovered enlightenment to work.  In other words, I’m going to put my money where my mouth is.  I’m going to practice what I preach.  I’m going to get over it.  Put it behind me.  Rise Continue reading

Day 73. OH NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I suppose it was inevitable.  Given my negative technology ions, and all.  But why now?  Today?  This late in the day?  After all that work?  After all that polishing?  Why, why, why????

What am I blathering about?

Well, to put it very mildly, I’m not having a very happy WordPress day!  I have been working on today’s blog post since 7:30 this morning.  That’s right, I’ve been working on it ALL morning.  I saved it a few times, no problem.  Ha!!  Or so I’d thought.

And then, at precisely 11:51 a.m. I saved it again.  So I could preview it, before adding a couple of last thoughts, making a few more edits and publishing it.

So what happened?

The usual.  I clicked on “Save Draft”.  It started to save.  And then, suddenly, it stopped behaving like it always does.  Make that ‘did’.  The screen went blank.  And then a login screen appeared.  In the middle of saving my story, I had to login again.  I had a really bad feeling.  My stomach clenched.  My palms twitched.  My skin got clammy.  My heart skipped a couple of beats.

Nausea overcame me.  My head started to pound.  Every swear word I’ve ever known, instantly came to mind.  I groaned out loud.  I moaned out Continue reading