I’m growing grouchier as I get older. Everyday “happenings” that used to mildly and temporarily annoy me are now capable of inciting full-fledged tantrums, complete with foot stamping, cursing and other juvenile reactions. But I just hate spending my dwindling energy and precious time on endeavors that are so thoughtlessly and swiftly undermined.
WTF Cooking/Baking: I enjoy baking and preparing special meals (everyday cooking not included). Over the past week I baked more than normal, only to see it disappear with nary a thank you belch from my family. Three loaves of banana bread lasted 16 hours. Two lemon meringue pies didn’t even survive overnight.
Yes, it’s flattering to know that my family likes the food, but do these people really need to swarm in like a plague of locusts and devour everything when I’m not looking? An actual sit-down session with coffee and talking over dessert would be nice.
WTF Yard Work: Yard work is a colossal waste of time, energy and natural resources… especially in regards to lawns. Keeping grass green requires regular watering, physical weeding, or applying chemical weed and feed, mowing, raking (if you don’t have a bagging mower) and edging. Neglect of any of these steps can render one’s yard the scourge of the neighborhood. Last week A2 came in with another of her famous ground-level nature shots.
Well crud muffins. Looks like I dropped the landscaping ball. My new philosophy is, if you can’t eat it or enjoy it in a vase, it’s not worth the effort. Eventually I’d love to cover much of the back 40 (actually, it’s only 1/2 acre) with raised garden beds and fruit trees. Asphalt or river rock with weed barrier is under consideration for the front yard.
WTF Cat Toys: The two younger girls constantly nag me about buying cat toys while we’re out grocery shopping. Over the years we’ve had laser pointers, dingle balls, little capnip mice, feathers tied to sticks, and a variety of other contraptions marketed towards feline owners. Often, the actual cats either ignore the toys or else destroy them faster than you can say, “Hairballs”. I tell the girls to make toys for the cats, or just use a piece of yarn (not attached to a current WIP). Usually they agree to impromptu amusement, but they still insist that our poor kitties are suffering from neglect. Lately I downloaded some kitty toy patterns to be sewn and knitted. They’re small projects that use up left-overs and take little time to make. The problem is, I can’t find a “little time” in which to make them so the girls persist with their nagging. Yesterday I uncovered evidence supporting my claim that buying, or now creating, special toys is unnecessary. This collection was found under a wardrobe. (We now know where all of the hairbands go)
This delight was discovered on the sun porch near their food dishes.
WTF Driving: The Two-Second following rule must no longer apply because nobody seems to follow it any more. Yesterday during an outing the parade of cars cutting in front of me rose to epic proportions. I’m not Speed Racer, but I usually meet, or slightly exceed, posted speed limits. This van came from the left lane and behind, only to dart in front of me right before the intersection (we were stopped when the picture was taken). Sheer lunacy, as there was nobody behind me for several blocks.
This wasn’t an isolated event. Has driving become so cutthroat and competitive now that squeezing in front of people with more than a 10 foot gap between their vehicle and the bumper of the car in front of them is the norm? Sheesh. And to the elderly gentleman driving the red Corvette who narrowly missed sideswiping my hard-to-see mini van while playing Pole Position all I can say is, “Nice car, sorry about your penis!” Maybe it’s time to ditch caution and tailgate with the rest of the traffic… just kidding.
Efforts today will center on “letting things go”. If unsuccessful you may see me featured on the news. I’ll be the crazy lady dancing in the middle of the freeway with a chicken. Cheers!