I’ve found it a bit tough to hit the old blog after my last post. But one must move on, even if one is sad and a bit grumpy.
I have a particular method of grieving. First comes the emotional incontinence. This means tears erupt at sad or even just bad songs. Also at sunsets and sunrises. They also appear any time anyone offers condolences. Or says hello in a friendly manner.
Eventually, the tears dry and Grumpy Bird emerges. Grumpy Bird is highly irritable and gets into several altercations with the speeders in the neighborhood. Unfortunately, Grumpy Bird has words with a maniac woman in a mini-van who turns out to be a member of either the Hatfields or possibly the McCoys. In revenge, another member of the clan, this one driving a beat-up white sedan, attempts to hit Grumpy Bird and Grumpy Bird’s dog as they are walking on icy street. Seriously. Mrs. Hatfield is so outraged at the suggestion that any member of the Hatfield family should do anything less than the speed of light in the 30 km hr. zone, that she attempts vehicular homicide. After they leap out of her way, she turns her piece of crap car around to scream obscenities at Grumpy and Grumpy’s dog for “getting in her #!@^ way” and “endangering drivers who need to $#^! drive.” Then she wheels around and speeds off, still spitting swear words out the window. Grumpy makes a note to call a realtor ASAP and I decide that it’s time Grumpy Bird took a rest before one of the Hatfield family decide to torch our house.
That leaves me with my melancholy.
Which, as the days go by, is increasingly pierced by rays of sunshine, literal and metaphorical. First, I’m glad not to have been killed by one of the speeding Hatfields in our neighborhood. Second, I miss my horse and riding, but there is frantic housecleaning to be done and there is a husband to needle and whinge at about various things. Third, there are books to be written.
I even pull it together enough to decide on a few goals for 2009.
They are mostly writing goals and the usual personal improvement vows. But I’m also hoping to turn my computer off on Sundays. This is a revolutionary notion in my world. I only go camping to areas with plug-ins and, ideally, wireless. We’ll see.
Anyway, thank you all for your kind messages and I’d like to thank the lunatic (Mrs. Hatfield) in the white car for nearly running me down. Nothing like a near-death experience to shake a person out of her blues.
Happy New Year, everyone!