…I should post something.
Came across something on TV the other night. Something that brought my biggest mistake to the very front of my mind.
I looked at this person, and all I could think of was blood and bones crushing. The sound of my car hitting their head, over and over and over again. Doubt that that would make one iota of a difference in how I feel about that specific scenario. Where you go to work and your stomach is in knots the whole time. You never know what is going to trigger the next episode in the boss’ office.
Suffice it to say that i never want to feel like that again! Which is why I think my ideal job would be in a back office somewhere, with no access to any people. Just get there, do my job, and go home. night duty might even be a better option – since I am a night owl in any case 😉
The feelings that were awakened by the TV show does not seem to want to go away.
I listened to a “friend”. believed what they said, against my better judgement – and I am now paying the price for that.
Is it any wonder then that I don’t believe people anymore? No matter how well meaning they might be, I tend to look for a hidden agenda – and 9 times out of 10, I find it. Not a good way to live though. I don’t suppose all people are bad, but it seems as if most of them are just that. Which is why I prefer to not have any contact with them.
I plan to paint my pond with bonding liquid today. And tomorrow, the damp-proofing. Might even have water in it by the weekend. Then I’ll put the pot of arum lilies in the water for something green, and then I’ll wait for the frogs to arrive. Of course, I still have to figure out a way to get the pump circulating the water – electricity might be a bit of a problem there, and since all the men in my life is either useless, or lazy or dead, I don’t know how I’ll manage it. For now, I’ll just focus on the things I CAN do, and maybe I can bribe somebody with food to come and help me get the electricity sorted. Might have to go buy a circuit breaker, and some cord, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
In the meantime, do have a splendid day 😉
A redneck farmer from back in the hills walked twelve miles, one way, to
the general store. “Heya, Wilbur,” said Sam, the store owner. “Tell me,
are you and Myrtle still making fires up there by rubbing stones and
“You betcha, Sam. Ain’t no ‘tother way. Why?”
“Got something to show you. Something to make fire. It’s called a
‘Match? Never heard of it.”
“Watch this. If you want a fire you just do this,” Sam says, taking a
match and striking it on his pants.”
“Huh. Well, that’s something, but that ain’t for me, Sam.”
“Well, why not?”
“I can’t be walking twelve miles to borrow your pants every time I want