INTERNET & STINKY DAYS

Hey, hey – this is so cool! I’m a whisper, just a whisper, from high speed internet now that my computer dude made his visit and installed the antenna! I can list what is good about it:
- Did I say it is just a whisper’s difference from high speed internet?
- I gleefully got to tell the other greedy provider to stick it (that will cost me though; cancellation fee);
- I can work on the office server from home so no commuting necessary on weekends (just a larger briefcase);
- Monthly rate is approximately $80 less!!!! Per month!!!! LOL!

I could add that I left the poor dude alone at home because I needed to get to the city for work. I was kind, and closed the door leading to the rest of the house where the doggies were on guard duty. All he had to do was make his exit from the home office straight outside, without wondering if he would be eyed as a burglar or not. I even called him later to make sure he was out safe and sound. All was well, he told me, then added that he would pass by with his invoice next week. Maybe I should have left that door open….. (Kidding!)

Other than that, the day stunk! So much so that I had to do the extra miles to stop and cuddle my grandsons on the way home. It’s a given that fifteen minutes with them is all it takes – my mood was considerably altered. I’ll complete the procedure now by sinking into the Jacuzzi and letting it do some more magic. If Morpheus shows up on cue, today will soon enough become yesterday, and we all know tomorrow is another day.

Uh-huh. Even I had to SMILE at that lame attempt to be funny. Sweet dreams, folks!

Luv from the Bush in Quebec

ONE OF THOSE DAYS.

I’ve heard it said that it’s not what happens; it’s your reaction to what happens that counts. I believe it was a statement made by Tony Robbins – remember him? A motivational speaker and author? If he had been sitting in my office yesterday and even whispered such a thing, I would have cheerfully strangled him. Yesterday was one of those days one must chalk up to the epitome of ‘Murphy’s Law’ - anything that could go wrong, etc. I may one day look back on all this and laugh about it, but at this very moment, laughing is the furthest thing from my mind. Unless maybe I was choking Tony Robbins…..

To end the day on the same note, the HABS lost their 2nd game in the semi-finals. I was foolishly counting on that game to bring up my morale. Note that I DID say ‘foolishly’.

I’m kidding, of course. I know that each person is personally responsible for his/her own happiness – Robbins wasn’t wrong. Usually stress rolls off my back like water off a duck, and I can only guess that not getting enough sleep, and/or not taking enough time off, contributes to my present attitude. The age factor is probably there too. Molehills become mountains. What I need to do is pull on my hiking boots and prepare to climb, but I’m lacking effort. I’d rather get a stick of dynamite and blow those mountains right out of my way.

All that said and done, it’s the beginning of a new day. The agenda is full, and there is no time (nor point) to sit and fuss. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. And my, isn’t this post just peppered with quotes? If I was handing this in as an English composition assignment, the teacher would no doubt slap it with a D-. Actually, that would fit right in – no use spoiling the present mood...

So I’ll end this in the same vein by saying if life hands you a bowl of lemons, pour the tequila and ask for some salt, LOL.

Did you notice? All it took was that thought to make me laugh. Things are looking up already. While still on the high, I’ll wish you all a great day, and send you my SMILE. Oh yeh, it’s there…I was still thinking about the tequila….

Luv from the Bush in Quebec.

UGH! AND DOUBLE UGH!!

Ugh! I had one of those terrible, terrible days yesterday. Not that anything traumatic happened – in fact it was quite calm as activities go. It all boiled down to a MOOD I just couldn’t get rid of, no matter what I did, or tried to think, in an attempt to change it.

The morning started out fine. I was on-line for awhile, reading Kilroy’s Blog, checking out my kids’ doings on Facebook; I even managed to transfer pictures from my Blackberry cellular to my computer (something I’ve been wanting to do for ages) and writing a short piece for Blogit, my writer’s site. There was some work to do for the business. I had just finished up, and was preparing to go visit my brother when the headache started…and what a dilly it was! It’s a rare occurrence, and my ability to deal with pain is renowned. It’s non-existent. I was immediately grumpy. I popped a couple of aspirin and went to lie down in bed. The pain must have eased up, because I fell to sleep and woke an hour later to another rare occurrence…. I could remember my dreams. None of them were good….and there was the tone for the rest of the day.

Impatient, grouchy, and just downright bad-tempered, I couldn’t even put up with myself, let alone anybody or anything else. I tried getting busy around the house, but everything I picked up I wanted to throw against the wall. Listening to music usually helps, but it just got on my nerves even more. The opposite, complete silence, was no help either. The doggies sensed the turmoil, and stayed well out of my way.

Meditation was out of the question. One can’t get into the spirit of it while grinding one’s teeth. I couldn’t conjure up the chant of ‘HU’.

Driving is another thing that usually has a calming effect. Not yesterday. Forget road rage…it was just RAGE, period. I managed to do a necessary stop at the grocery store, getting quickly in and out without being rude to any innocent person, then forced myself to visit the Bird (my brother) for a few minutes. A very few minutes. I just wanted to be home. Once there, my mood didn’t lighten up any, but at least I only had myself to endure. The doggies, always attuned to my emotions, stayed outside, not once coming to the door looking to come into the dungeon of hell.

Exercise, reading, writing, watching comedy TV, gazing at my mountain…nothing worked. Patience was totally absent, there was fault to find in everything, and my thoughts were black. I tried to cook. Fiasco.

It was an effort just to put one foot in front of the other – both body and mind were alarmingly exhausted. Then followed frustration by realizing there was absolutely no reason for it, and worse, that it wasn’t going away. Finally I gave up. I decided to just scratch the day. It was already wasted, and there was always tomorrow.

Having made this decision seemed to relieve the pressure somewhat. A short stint in the jacuzzi helped, then I crawled under blankets to lick my emotional wounds. The last thing I heard before rolling into the arms of Murphy was Bud’s erratic snoring. My stalwart friend had braved the storm and claimed his usual place by the foot of my bed. I think I smiled.

We all have bad days now and then. Mine are very few, and to tell you the truth, I can’t really remember ever having had one as difficult as yesterday. At least, not just out of the blue like that, with no physical cause. Especially not one where I was unable to bring myself around. It’s confusing, but happily not carried over. This morning the sun is there all its glory, the doggies are waiting for me to join them outside, and all is well again in my world. I’ve found my SMILE.

Sharing it with you as I wish you a happy day!

Luv from the Bush in Quebec