Not my reality . . . this time

I was kind of down all day, even though the weather was fine – blue skies and temperatures in the low 70’s. Then about 7 pm, I just gave it up and stretched out and felt sorry for myself. I guess I dozed; I stirred myself long enough to call my mother and do the night check in thing. Then I decided I’d watch or a just a minute of so of TV, but “no usable signal” showed on the screen. Rats.

On my belly, with a flash light and duct tape, I made a temporary fix on the connection point behind the rocker in the corner – the corner where I had piled a lot of stuff. And I watched the last 50 minutes of Ax Men.

It was the aftermath of one of the Oregon storms and crews couldn’t get to sites, equipment was stranded, homes were flooded, bridges were out, roads were out . . . loggers cut fallen trees and the road bulldozer pushed them aside. I watched people carrying out rugs and padding saturated with water; I watched them salvage baseball trophies and pictures. I saw them lose a lot. I saw them lose jobs with only the clothes on their backs.

Makes me feel real bad about my personal sulking. But do not fear, I am accomplished at it – professional status. You can’t take the pout out of sulker easily, but I do feel kind of not cool about it tonight. Almost enough to kick my butt into action tomorrow.

Heck, those guys out there were working to get to work. I need to shape up. it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to trust me with a chainsaw though. I’m not that stable.