Rainy Days and Mondays

011This picture was taken a couple of days ago when the sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful blue filled with fluffy clouds, and I thought W would like to see what the neighbors new fence looks like.  For which we owe him half of whatever it cost.  W is off to his island again for most of the summer, sending me texts and drinking rum.  And fishing.  Let’s not forget all that fishing.

Today the sun is shining somewhere else.  The sky is a thick grey blanket.  It’s spitting rain.  It’s Monday.  I have to go to work.  Talk about your double-double whammy.  For now I don’t have Mondays off anymore.  My schedule has always been at the whim of circumstance and a boss who schedules our lives like it’s some kind of random crap shoot.  Sundays, Thursdays and Fridays are now my days off.  Now that I’ve put that in writing it’s likely to change completely before the month is over.

Do you ever feel like the only reason you can live through something is because you know it will eventually end?  That it won’t last forever? Must be the gloomy day talking.  I have about a hundred and thirteen days to go before retirement.  Give or take ninety if I decide to work until my license expires on December 31st.  I am old and tired and would like to have EVERY day of the week off.  I read three posts the other day by three different bloggers who all used the tag ‘aging’.  It’s nice to know I’m not alone in my feelings about this process.  I don’t like knowing there are things I just can’t do anymore.  I thought I would age gracefully but often I’m just cranky and sad about it all.

So it’s time to bring Jazzy back and live vicariously through her eternal optimism and snark.  Maybe some of it will rub off on me.  Yes, I’m being completely weird because she can’t say anything if I don’t make her say it.  Poor thing.  I love this thing going around Facebook where people do 100 days of Happiness and write some happy thing every day.  What a great way to be grateful and recognize the good things in your life.

Stay tuned for “Jazzy Does Happiness” from whenever I start until the day I kiss work goodbye.  It’s looking like the end of September.  I can stay happy until then or die trying.  God, I hope I don’t die trying.

Half a Glass Please

Daily Prompt:  The Glass  Is the glass half-empty or half-full?

This is a good test for optimism and pessimism, but we all know the real answer is not that simple.  There should be a few more options here, because all things in life are not black or white, right or wrong, empty or full.  There’s always a few gazillion shades of grey, maybe, and sort of to be considered.

Glass Half Full

Every question deserves multiple choice answers as options.  So here you go.  Please check all that apply:

This glass is

1)  half-empty – Boo!

2) half-full – Yay!

3) half-full of water and half-full of air and come on, who really cares.

4) most definitely not the right shape for wine

5) missing ice – where is that damned waiter when you need him?

6) free from fingerprints and thus very suspicious looking

7) the last one left from the set that Aunt Martha gave us when we got married

8) probably a brilliant way to drink straight vodka without drawing attention to yourself

9)  making an ugly water ring on my table

10)  half-empty because my thirst is fully quenched.  I’m pouring the rest of it down the sink.

11)  still half-full because my thirst is fully quenched.  Anyone want the rest of it before I pour it down the sink?

12)  sparkly and shiny right out of the dishwasher because of the rinse agent that is no doubt full of deadly chemicals but don’t worry about that, just be happy about the sparkly and shiny part and drink this, okay?

13)  perfectly all right, and the shape is no longer important to me.  Just pour me some wine. Half a glass is fine.