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Over the years I have sporadically attempted to keep a journal. Each attempt has failed miserably. I think they expired because I established rules that were too ridgid for them. So, this attempt will bring with it very few rules.   There are many incredibly kind and thoughtful people in WDC. One of them is Sarah   . Out of the blue she sent me this flower gift. It reminds me of the Bluebonnets of Texas. Thanks, Sarah. And, I must not forget the very talented katherine76 who created the flower...thank you. Well, it appears that my blog is going to the dogs. It aslo seems as if folks have gotten me pegged as a dog lover....they're right. Our very own Anyea  has gifted me with this Valentine card. Now I ask you, "How sweet is that?" Thanks, Anyea   I have been fortunate to encounter many generous and kind people during my tenure in WDC. Debi Wharton is one of them. She gifted me with the following sig. It shows how sensitive and caring she is. It also shows that she read some my entries. She'll never know how much I appreciate the gift and the attention to my blog. |
| 1. Annoyances Leading to Insanity | ID #743426 |
| Posted: 1-5-2012 @ 5:44 pm EST | |
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I have concluded that our attitude in life depends greatly on how we manage the little annoyances in our life. Let’s face it, each of us is just a hair’s width away from being either a Pollyanna or Grinch. One added little annoyance on any given morning can set the pace for the whole day. Actually, the occurrence of just one annoyance usually is well handled; it’s when the dang things pile up with a seemingly conspiratorial assault that shoves one over the brink into Grinchdom. I know that to be a fact because I have been duly shoved this morning. The first little annoyance today began when I opened my eyes, which was not an entirely voluntary act. In the recesses of my sleep I registered a pulsating irritant—a noise. Gradually the sound morphed from a remote sensation as I crept closer to consciousness to a piercing chirping, slapping the comforting slumber from my embrace. The first annoyance of my morning came in the form of our smoke alarms, which anyone who has one already knows where this is going. The things emit an obnoxious chirping sound which purpose is to notify one of the need to change the batteries. The up-side of this happening this time is the chirping at least waited until 6:00 am to sound. Usually they gleefully begin their sirens song at 2:00 am in the morning. However, added to the annoyance of the chirping smoke alarms was the fact that my black Lab apparently has very sensitive ears. Each chirp caused the 80 lbs. wimp to flinch and seek comfort and protection. I can sympathize with the black canine, but for the life of me I do not understand why his place of comfort should be between my legs. With eighty pounds of Lab clinging to your inner thigh it is almost impossible to walk gracefully or with much purpose. It does no good to admonish the animal to move out of the way. With each chirp of the smoke alarm there is a responding flinch in the black Lab and an abandonment of any pretense of listening to me. In his eyes it was a matter of survival, to heck with the training. “Stay” and “sit” commands held no meaning in this situation for my whining canine friend. And so, with the incessant chirping in the background and the black Lab firmly “velcroed” (yes, it is a word-meaning to stick firmly to an object) to my thigh I attempted to tend to the urgencies of the morning before I tackled the chore of changing out all seven of the batteries in the smoke alarm system. There is no delicate way to say I had to go to the bathroom. You know the drill. It was early in the morning and don’t deny it is also a part of your own regiment. In any case, as I tended to the chore at hand, I discovered, as I rested in a very awkward position, that there was an empty roll of toilet paper next to the throne—annoyance number three, which was compounded with the fact that the black Lab was still pasted to my thigh and the chirping smoke alarm still resounded in the background like a demonic Muzak. Needless to say, I worked through these minor annoyances so that by the time my bride of forty-four years graced the kitchen to begin her morning it was guaranteed that almost anything she said or did would bring a grumpy response from me. Which, for me, was not the best move of the day. For afterward, with a couple of inches shaved from my profile (which equals a couple of notches,) I finally began my day as a certifiably insane individual. I know I am insane because Albert Einstein told me so. It was he who said insanity is making the same mistake time after time expecting a different result. Which means that in spite of the little annoyances life tosses me, do not retaliate by snapping at your wife in the morning. Only an insane man would do that. So much for the little annoyances in our lives. |
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