I’m not sure why I turned on one of those agonizingly long national morning shows today. Maybe I needed some outdated news, or vague regional weather reports. As I sat there watching the different segments, I realized something; either they are seriously out of touch with reality or I am genuinely in trouble.
Let’s start with the daddy and son fashion. Dad is sporting a $300 seersucker blazer, mint green gingham shirt, and some rolled up khaki pants with $200 boat shoes. What? My dad has never worn that. The father of my kids would never wear that. I’m not sure where we would even buy that! How about the 3-year-old wearing $80 Ed Hardy jeans, $40 Vans slip-ons, and a $75 Gap jacket, all of which he will outgrow in three to six months.
50 and fired. What to do when you’re nearing retirement age and lose you your job. You could take a year off, complete your My Name Is Earl list, righting all your wrongs; and then spend the next year scribing your memoires. How about taking the six-figure severance pay and starting your own business making anti-aging pillow cases? In my circle, if you’re 50 and suddenly jobless, you apply for a greeter job at Wal-Mart. You wipe tables and sweep the parking lot at McDonald’s.
I’m sounding a little complainy. I have the summer time blues. It’s a third of the way through June and my back yard is a swamp. The power went out for a little bit yesterday. The roses I planted three weeks ago are all dead. I need some sunshine. Badly. My tomato plants need some sunshine. I was put on a second medication, a mood stabilizer. Just a small, starter dose, but I can feel the effects. My outbursts of seeming rage have filtered down to really angry. Not as often, though. My outlook is good. My attitude is improving. Still need some sunshine.
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