This 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.