Yesterday Grasshopper No.1 celebrated being born in 1960. We mailed her a card last week and as of yesterday, it wasn’t delivered. It has something to do with a mailman (or mail person) deciding on some days not to deliver mail because there are only 4 houses on the block. Really?
For some reason, we are building a new house. I guess the term would be “rebuilding”. Things just keep going wrong and needing replacement. Nothing big. Last week our soft water system puked (Grasshopper No.5’s description of a failed system). The old equipment needs upgrading. Your Mom has been working on scrapbooking using the internet. The wireless router developed a mind of it’s own and wouldn’t let her access different websites. Not a big deal but annoying. It has been fixed. Last night a security light outside activated and kept flashing on and off in 1 second increments. I couldn’t shut it off. I pulled the circuit breaker and now I’m afraid to turn it on. All this on top of a lightning strike and losing a gorgeous tree to a virus (or lightning). You get the idea. We are in a “funk”. It is time to turn this sh– around.
Included in the “funk” are aches and pains that come with becoming mature (old). My foot hurts. My psoas muscle in my butt hurts. My shoulder aches.
Fear not. Being part engineer and self proclaimed doctor, I know the cause of my aches and pains. It is “fibermyalga”. This covers every ache or pain that can’t be diagnosed. Of course I have fibermyalga. If it isn’t fibermyalga, it is rheumatism. If rheumatism doesn’t work, then rheumatoid arthritis applies. Maybe I need to go to the doctor to get x-rays, pills, cat-scans, more pills, second opinions and maybe even third opinions. Does aspirin work?
I need a “hot” streak. Something needs to happen to break the funk. Maybe I can find a psychic to create a spell. Maybe I can find a penny in the street with the “heads up” meaning someone from above is thinking about me. Some good voodoo magic would work.
A funk always turns around. Here it comes. I see it! Yep, a new day!
I knew things would change!
Love,
Dad