Sometimes I don't feel like I am speaking the same language as everone around me---I talk, and I say what I think is very concise, to the point and quite clear. Yet, folks don't listen or I'm off my rocker. It happens in my personal life, it happens in my work life and it happens here, in blogland. From that, I have decided that I am not good at relaying what I'm thinking or feeling, either in words or on paper. It's frustrating. Practice I suppose - but honestly, at my age, is there really a chance that I will get better?
I just received a phone call on the house phone, no one but telemarketers and doctors offices use that number, particularly at three-thirty in the blessed am, but DAVE wanted to know how I am. Who's Dave, you ask? Why, I have no idea. I wasn't the slightest bit happy to hear from Dave, being woke up by a wrong number is no way to start a day that isn't going to be worth a damn anyway.
Tomorrow, we are going to visit both of my sisters, at my youngest sisters house. I need a break, I need to laugh, and Janelle just needs to keep busy. Janelle is very close to my youngest sister--they are not that far apart in age. The difference between them is only ten years, and it's the same between my sister and I. Confused yet? I am very excited because I get to see my youngest niece, she is three, children are good for a broken soul. I am also quite happy to spend some time with my older sister, she is my rock. The only one who has ever understood me, who has ever really "gotten" me, somehow she can make anything feel better. They live about three hours away, but that's not a big deal -- it will be good to go. :)
Today will be yet another day in the nut house. I have had to hang the skull and crossbones sign on my door once again, just to be left alone long enough to get any kind of work done. People at work (for the most part) are very caring and well meaning, and then there are those that come in or stop by to see me, or to have work done on their cars, and they want to talk, and I'm not even mentioning the family that is there right now, sitting in my office, or wanting to help me, or whatever...and the owner...oh my---what has kept me from killing him all these years is beyond me, but recently the urge is stronger than ever. And each and every one of them mean well, they want to know if I'm okay, from my recent surgery to my recent bronchitis/infections, to the most recent heartbreak of monumental proportions and all you have to do is look at me to see that.... and they all have the best of intentions, but I may go postal on someone or all of them soon. Under the best of circumstances, I run an asylum. The inmates are a handfull. The owner is the biggest nutjob on the premises. Usually, I manage with ease and grace and not one feather looks ruffled. Right now, my poor feathers are falling out. Just sayin.
Have a good Friday, or weekend, or whatever. I'll be around maybe later today, or in a day or two. Seems I can't make a decision or keep a promise or date or stay focused on anything long enough to remember what the hell I was supposed to do anyway. And why won't spell check work on blogger these past couple of days? Forgive my spelling errors....good heavens.