Things I bitch about:
~ Everything has gone to hell since the fifties. See the ad that opens the video above (though I kinda like the music).
~ I'm addicted to Candy Crush.
~ My mother doesn't clean up after me anymore. (And that's not the only way I miss her.)
~ My bladder is getting old along with the rest of me.
~ I have to wear custom orthotics and athletic shoes pretty much all the time or my left ankle hurts and I break tiny bones in my feet, which is excruciating. Worse: I just can't go barefoot, even around the house.
~ I am allergic to every season. Spring grass and tree pollen. Summer ragweed. Autumn leafmold. Winter cold (fibromyalgia).
~ There is a very limited choice of dingbats here on Blogger. It makes me -
~ And really bad karma makes it impossible to take any of the drugs. We've tried. Not that the drugs work.
~ The compression fracture I got from my bad fall this spring hurts most of the time, and gets worse when I drive or wear a bra.
~ This is our front yard today.
|from the bedroom window|
|from the street|
~ The new line to the sewer is costing us almost $8,000. The house has smelled like drains for several days. We didn't have water or the ability to flush the toilets for two days.
~ I'm still not completely unpacked since the last move (ten years ago).
~ I keep falling down breaking bones, getting concussions, nobody knows why. Neurologist appointment coming up, sigh.
What, you need more? I've got more. I have 83 problems, like everyone else. But on the other hand, obstacles are also opportunities. . . .
~ The internet! Candy Crush!
~ Zen in the West!
~ I had a loving mother who taught me hard work by example, and at least gave me an ideal of neatness.
~ I'm still here, aging bladder in place.
~ My insurance covered the orthotics. I haven't broken a foot bone since I got them.
~ Our house has a good HEPA filter on the furnace and central air.
~ Bipolars are creative. Irish poet karma is not all bad.
~ The sewer problem has led to much neighborly conversation and compassion.
~ I am newly appreciative of flush toilets.
~ Finally, while I hate falling, I've always liked the Samurai motto -
Fall seven times, stand up eight.