Isn’t it interesting what time teaches us?
But I guess that’s the point. We aren’t supposed to know everything when we’re pimply faced youngsters. Unless we’re Steve Jobs. Alas, I was nowhere near that brainy when I started on my life’s path. Nor am I now.
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What’s Happened To Me?
I usually pride myself on being organized around the house; everything has it’s place and all that. Should someone stop by for an impromptu visit, I wouldn’t be embarrassed by fur balls collected under the piano. Why? Because normally they’d be swept up.
And if a friend were to go into my garage pantry, first I’d wonder why, but then I’d be happy she thought I wouldn’t mind. And I wouldn’t. But if she did that today, I’d be embarrassed by its disorganization. I’m usually compulsively neat — products lined up, labels facing forward, matching items near each other, etc. But it’s currently in disarray. See what I mean?
C’est La Vie
I can’t have nice things.
That’s because within months, sometimes weeks, they are no longer nice things. You see, I have a tendency to spill, rip, stain, break and generally ruin stuff.
unknown goop on my tennis top
On those rare occasions when I do have nice things, I try to be so careful that I usually end up doing exactly what I tried hard to avoid. Like being told not to think about the pink elephant in the room. Once it’s in your brain, that’s ALL you can think about.
My Guardian Angel
I can’t tell you how happy I am my guardian angel rarely takes a coffee break. I’m guessing many angels lack sleep because mine seems to always be on duty, and for that I’m eternally grateful. I’m fairly certain, however, that I frustrate her, especially when I don’t heed her warnings.
For instance, a few years back I was driving in freeway traffic where the speed in which we were moving amounted to crawling at roughly 20 mph. In my boredom, I reached over to retrieve something from the passenger seat. And at that moment a strange feeling came over me and, like someone whispering into my ear, I heard, “Janet, pay attention.” So I looked up, a bit too late, and bumped into the car in front of me. Fortunately, since we were crawling, my bumper only slightly dented his.
It’s Movie Time
Winter is movie time, not only because of the weather but because the best flicks surface just in time for the Oscars in March. We Americans, including voting members of the academy, have not only short attention spans, but our memory banks are overloaded. Who recalls a movie that premiered last March? Not me.
Consequently, movie makers in pursuit of that coveted gold statue, and accompanying status it represents, often release their films at the end of the year. Now don’t get me wrong; that’s not to say there aren’t some duds in the mix. But overall, I’d say end of the year movies don’t disappoint.
Let me rephrase that: You may not be disappointed with the movie but there’s a good chance another movie-goer will leave you wondering why you didn’t simply wait to stream it into the comfort of your living room. I swear, almost every time I go to the movies lately I ask myself that question.
Now Don't Get Me Wrong 