Category: What Now?

Today may have been perfect if not for this.

Midweek Weirdness

~ JodiLea

I hate the term “hump day” – a pet peeve I’ve had since childhood.
Why am I telling y’all this? I have no idea. It has been a weird day today (Tuesday). I need a vacation in the worst way, and so does my husband. I had our 35th wedding anniversary trip all planned and confirmed. We were going to stay in Maui – our original honeymoon location.

Then tragedy struck, and Lahaina was gone. I spent the past few days mourning and unable to come to terms with the fact that I needed to start from square one for a new location. I started thinking about Baja & Cabo, and when I woke up today, I got on my computer and began to change my reservations. I was on hold for many minutes several times this morning.

Please pray that nothing bad happens to Cabo San Lucas.

Please.

Brain, Interrupted

~ JodiLea

I realize I am stressed out by the way others react to me.
Daughter: “Chill, Mom.”
Granddaughter: “Can I help you, Grandma?”
Husband: “Calm Down.” (the poor man has not learned in 35 years)

I can no longer blame my job for the stress because I’m retired. Truth be told, I am the cause of my own stress. It doesn’t matter what I am stressing about – it’s everything. There is way too much clutter spinning around in my brain. I decide I will do these things today and get them done. I write these things in my daytimer. I should look at my daytimer more often during the day. The day somehow gets away from me, and here I am, rewriting the tasks for tomorrow.

For example, take yesterday. Things began well. I virtually attended the Sunday meeting because I had issues with my denture. I rushed to get out of my jammies and into one of my favorite summer dresses. When the meeting ended, hubby wanted to turn in the patrol car he had signed out for the weekend. This meant I had to drive downtown to the fire station and pick him up. Great! I should have mail at the post office next door to the firehouse. And I did.

My little PO box was full of mail, a dress, and an undergarment. 2 lockbox keys yielded 3 large boxes from Amazon. I chastised myself for not waiting to get the mail until I had picked hubby up. I made 3 trips to my car because I had to carry my keys in one hand. I knew my dress had pockets, but I could not find them. This was because my dress was inside-out. Sigh. What else was wrong, I wondered. I never even looked in the mirror before leaving the house. Disheveled is a kind way of putting it. Of course, hubby did not comment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him.

When we got home I was exhausted. All that brain activity wore me out. I had planned to quilt and do some organizing, but had to move those things over to today. So far I am writing and waiting for the dentist’s office to call me back. At least my dress is right-side out.

Oh, in case you are curious, I decided on shopping.

It Made Me Think

~ JodiLea

Well, first, it made me jealous. Because I am a writer, I want to write something so profound myself someday. Something that will make people think, like this poster did for me.

The words “accepted by a majority” gave me chills. Because this is exactly what is happening. It is not politicians destroying Family Values. Family values have changed because society is changing the rules. Change can be good. But the kind of change I am seeing is anything but good.
It is a change caused by fear.

Heaven forbid that we “offend” anyone. The diplomatic policy between world powers has somehow trickled down to the streets. Politically Correct became the new “thing.” Suddenly, this evolved into ‘Your Confederate statue in the town square offends me.’ “Take it down, or my group will.” Or my favorite, “Change your team’s mascot and their name from the decades-old team name to something else. Something that does not offend people that are not sports fans.

Just because we break some statues or vandalize museums does not change history. We need to accept the fact we can’t change it and move on. Come on, people, let’s grow up and stop the whining.