Not very talkative the past three weeks. Oh, not that there was nothing to write about. Several doctor visits. Order to comply from the city. Linda off and a few trips out of the city. And lots of little things…
Now I must admit… when I was experiencing each and every occurrence I felt I could have written much. Heartache, disappointment, anger, fury, injustice… oh, and some fun stuff as well. I could of wrote hundreds of words about each of those mini events. At the time the writer’s quill could have waxed eloquent and at others times be a sword of vengeance.
Yep, three weeks have gone by. Now at the end of the time I find myself reflecting on those days of whine and roses. I sit here wondering if there was anything truly memorable. Perhaps. Yet with all the activity. All the pain and upset. The smiles and laughter and time spent together… I could have written much about each event but when taken on the whole it would have been an exercise of making much ado about nothing. So I will tuck away the past days in the vault of memory and perhaps on some occasion draw the odd thought out to see how it sparkles… or not.
Despite all the doom and gloom you’re revealing, it’s glad to see you active on the blog spot again. Miss you when you’re on one of these detours. I love the ” Whine and Roses “
“whine and roses” – nice. I like all your much ado about nothing! That’s the best kind of blogging, IMHO.
… “order to comply” ??????
Order to comply?
Last week someone from the city came to our street to check over a couple of houses, a couple of addresses down from me, whose lawn maintenance was non existent. Some neighbours like to complain. As for myself I was about to grab my extension line and go cut my grass when I saw someone taping a paper to my door window. I went and asked him what he was doing. To make a long story short…
Someone complained about two houses in my neighbourhood. Really tall and wild grass. They were given an order to comply. The fellow thought he would be a little “pro-active” and tape an order onto a few extra houses. Oh, not that my lawn was that bad… even though I was just about to do it… etc… etc… etc… The upshot was he made it seem like nothing. No problem. So I went and cut my grass like I planned. Later I took the paper and read it. Order to comply! Follow-up investigation? Possible fines? City may clean it up and put on tax bill? Oh, and I now have a record as someone who doesn’t take care of his grass!
I read it again. How the guy lied through his teeth to deflect me. The more I thought about it the more I stewed. Lots of heat! Boiling! Troubling! ARRRrrggghhh!
To those of us who live in a state of depression things like this go beyond what can be borne. No problem though… the next day the boiling stopped. The following day the simmering stopped. The troubling aspect stopped the next day. In the end I was left with a very tender mental stew whose aroma is now just a memory.
Hi Joe! I don’t blog too much in the summer. Mostly Facebook. We should get together for BBQ soon!
Hi Dougie… My Linda will talk to your Ruth and come up with a date. Sounds great.