I still feel a little empty these days … some how my life is “off”, and I just don’t feel real normal (although I guess it all depends on how you define normal). I’ve been kind of avoiding people and my blog … but my blog is after all a journal of my life, empty or full:
As I was contemplating a blog post at 4 a.m. this morning (Hello, Insomnia), I was thinking that I’d just put out an invitation to join my pity party:
I don’t have a car right now … my 2 year old killed it. Ironically, last June, we only had one car as the transmission went out in one of them – in a whole ‘nother state. I’m not sure if it is easier to have a dead car that is 240 miles away that you can’t see or one that sits in the driveway uselessly as a daily reminder?! I would have to say NEITHER is any good.
My husband doesn’t have a job … and it is by our own choice because he knew his time of usefulness was over at his current job, where they are benevolently letting him hang around throughout the summer, if need be. He had an interview in mid-May I was really excited about … but we haven’t heard anything back – not even a standard-issue rejection email. We are now moving on to explore other options.
A lot of things seem to be breaking around here:
our laptop’s power source is (again) wobbly at best; when you use it, you have to sit reallllly still or else the connection breaks and *POOF* black screen.
My dust-buster broke (I bought a replacement even though I couldn’t “afford” it because I am cleaning baseboards and crevices and stairs right now – and I need/want a hand-held vacuum for the job) …
and my kids have broken not one, not two, but THREE chairs recently (granted one was a little plastic kids chair – but the other 2 were a desk chair and a very useful folding chair I liked to have around for extra seating).
My daughter’s 3 ring, blow-up pool only has 2 rings of air left.
The back fell off my flip phone – and is lost forever – thankfully, the phone itself still works even with its guts exposed.
Even the crickets that we had a big old jar full of to feed the bearded dragon we are pet-sitting have all died …
And on it goes.
So, grab a party hat of doom and some black balloons and sing a dirge with me: “Gloom, despair, and agony on me … deep, dark depression – excessive misery! If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. Gloom, despair and agony on me.”