Did you ever have one of those days where just about everything pisses you off?  I’ve been having a lot of them  lately.  The doctor has changed my meds in hopes of improving my mood.  I’m still waiting.  So far my anger is in check.  Although the other day when a lady stole my parking space, I did say some pretty choice things in front of my mother.  Luckily she has reached an age where she thinks those things are funny.  Good thing too, because I really hated the taste of soap and I think I can take her now.

There really is no reason for my enhanced bitchiness.  It just is what it is.  My family physician calls it seasonal affective disorder.  I call it “can somebody do something about all these stupid people disorder.”  Well there are four seasons and I seem to have a disorder for all four of them.  So i guess it more like yearly affective disorder.  Instead of SAD I have YAD.  Call it whatever you want, I got my cranky pants on and they are attached firmly.  The storm of the century did nothing to lighten my mood.  I have been trying, ever since we moved in here, to grow a lilac bush.  The first one was a cutting from a lilac bush that had been my grandmother’s.  It died immediately.  The second one was one my sister gave me.  It lasted a little over a year.  Finally,  I bought one from a nursery.  It had lasted about five years.  Each year it grew a little taller, and each spring I checked for blooms.  Each year I found no blooms and no hope of blooms.  I finally asked my local grower what I had done wrong and he said that it takes three to five years to see growth on a new lilac bush.  This would be my year.  Then the ice storm came and now my lilac bush is gone.  There is just naked mulch where it used to be.

This is what I’m talking about, dear ones, this is the state of my nation.  For every five years of growth, I get a freaking ice storm of death.  For every five steps forward there is an avalanche of disaster that pummels me backwards.  Lately the only person to really put a smile on my face is my grandson.  Today when his mother told him it was time to go home he headed towards the car.  I asked for my bye kiss, and he shook his little head no.  Well, this is a game we sometimes play.  He says no, and I retaliate by kissing him all over his face.  So I got in the car to kiss his whole face, and he looked at me with total sincerity and said “Get out!”  There are days when you can’t win at all.

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