I don't want to tell -I'm so upset about the healthcare decision.
The family kept asking this morning how I feel and I kept asking me not to ask me that.
Did not watch or read my regular political things. So disappointed. I've been trying to keep my mind off of it.
This morning I got out the first season of Frasier I had picked up from the library this morning. I played the episodes. I used to sorta like the show, nothing big. It occured to me while watching it that the show Frasier is nothing but a story about a guy having snooty wishes and grandiose ideas who never gets his own way about them. Well, there is a little more warmth to the character than that, but that is basically the theme. It made me a bit uncomfortable and sad, because here I am, not getting my own way. I couldn't help but see the parallel.
Hubby took me out to lunch. I had the familiar heavy feeling descending on me, and I told him I needed a good big slug of whiskey. I remembered that in the movies, when anyone was sad, they always downed some kind of alcohol. Of course, it doesn't matter that I am a teetotaler, and that alcohol tastes like nasty cough syrup to me.
I suddenly was curious as to why the big stiff drink woud help them, and whether it would help me. We had stopped at a store, and I told hubby I would settle for a candy bar instead. With the Snickers in tow, we headed to our lunch place. During lunch, he read his Kindle, and I read mine, companionably. Rude, I know, but what do we care, we are in our sixties, and this is what we enjoy. We remarked to each other about things we read in our respective books.
I'm at home now. Tried to take a nap. Read. Ate the candy bar to stave off sadness. Doing a little better. Prayed. Lord, can I just get my way in one thing? Please let something good happen, especially in the financial area. OK, enough with the moping.
The family kept asking this morning how I feel and I kept asking me not to ask me that.
Did not watch or read my regular political things. So disappointed. I've been trying to keep my mind off of it.
This morning I got out the first season of Frasier I had picked up from the library this morning. I played the episodes. I used to sorta like the show, nothing big. It occured to me while watching it that the show Frasier is nothing but a story about a guy having snooty wishes and grandiose ideas who never gets his own way about them. Well, there is a little more warmth to the character than that, but that is basically the theme. It made me a bit uncomfortable and sad, because here I am, not getting my own way. I couldn't help but see the parallel.
Hubby took me out to lunch. I had the familiar heavy feeling descending on me, and I told him I needed a good big slug of whiskey. I remembered that in the movies, when anyone was sad, they always downed some kind of alcohol. Of course, it doesn't matter that I am a teetotaler, and that alcohol tastes like nasty cough syrup to me.
I suddenly was curious as to why the big stiff drink woud help them, and whether it would help me. We had stopped at a store, and I told hubby I would settle for a candy bar instead. With the Snickers in tow, we headed to our lunch place. During lunch, he read his Kindle, and I read mine, companionably. Rude, I know, but what do we care, we are in our sixties, and this is what we enjoy. We remarked to each other about things we read in our respective books.
I'm at home now. Tried to take a nap. Read. Ate the candy bar to stave off sadness. Doing a little better. Prayed. Lord, can I just get my way in one thing? Please let something good happen, especially in the financial area. OK, enough with the moping.
