"We're Sick of It..."

Have you seen that ad for Hanes socks where the father dips his kid's feet in glop that molds to the feet because he is tired of socks that don't fit? Then the boy says, "We're sick of it!" I just love the way he says that line. I suppose I'm one of the only ones that "appreciates" this commercial. I do!  I'm sick of a lot of things much of the time.

When I get to the end of my rope I shout, "I've had enough!" and everyone runs for cover if they know what's good for them. Either that or they get swatted. Actually, all family members know to run. I haven't swatted any one for a long time. Oh, I did swat Lola yesterday because she grabbed Rooster's cheese sandwich right out of his hand while he was sitting at the table eating lunch. Cheese, bread, and mayo were dragged around the dining room with me chasing Lola with a dish towel. The sandwich was a loss. Lola runs pretty fast. I run more slowly. But I did get in one hit before the inning was over. Lola was given a time out. She did not seem to care much.

Today I ran into a store just to see if there was anything I'd like. There wasn't. Some lady was talking on her phone in a foreign language I didn't understand at all. (meaning it wasn't any dialect of Spanish or French--not that I can speak either of those, but I do recognize the sounds) So this lady was loud and stood right in front of me and wouldn't move aside so I could pass. I wanted to scream at her! Something about the whole situation just made me want to swat her. I didn't.

Someone I used to love died Wednesday. I felt bad when I read the death notice. Then today I read the full obituary and was reminded of his wasted life. The picture taken of him was from quite a few years ago. I felt as if I had never really known him. I became angry all over again at the way he lived and treated others. I regret being such a small person that I can't properly mourn this person's passing. I'm ashamed that I'm not a better person who can turn the other cheek. I mention this because it concerns me. I am not supposed to judge. But I have. I also am reminded that life is fleeting and what we do here matters. I think this person died relatively alone. Instead of a funeral his family is holding a potluck drunken brawl at his son's home. I'm glad I'm not part of his life any more.

My Rooster has 80/20 vision in his right eye. I hope everything turns out OK. He's not going to like to wear glasses. I worry about my boys. Blakers seems to have adverse reactions to milk products. I don't like to see my grandbabies struggle. Dang!

Sorry this is not cheerful. I've bummed out myself. That can't be good. I'm sure tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow is another day...