Bad Mood Blues
Rarely, if ever, am I in a bad mood. But today, that’s where I is, kiddos. I is not a happy camper. (And before one of you corrects my grammar, I wrote “is” instead of “am” on purpose.)
Monday wasn’t a Fun Day
This whole week has been a bust. I spent Monday at doctors’ offices. Seems that I need to go in for a “procedure,” an endoscopy with a twist. My windpipe is scarred and not flexible enough, so they’ll have to use a balloon to enlarge it. Blah-blah-blah.
Tuesday was Trivial
Then on Tuesday, David and I spent hours doing small chores around the house that never, ever, seem to get finished. I swannee. Housework seems totally pointless. What’s the use of putting something back if you’re going to use it again in ten minutes? Three hours? The next day?
Wednesday not much Better
Wednesday, I helped David as he packed to fly to business meetings. He was finishing up chores and often needed my opinion to move forward. (Sample conversation: “Yes, honey, your lawn looks fabulous. I’ve never seen it greener. It’s like an emerald carpet.” When David is out of town, I have to send him photos. Not of me. Nope. He wants pictures of his cat and “his grass.”) Wednesday night we had thunderstorms that shook the house. The dog whimpered. The cat yowled. The bed was their preferred landing strip, but they didn’t settle. A good time was had by all. (Liar, liar, pajama pants on fire.)
Would I Like to Donate Money? Forever?
In the midst of all this, I had a succession of phone calls from an elderly relative. At first, I thought she was calling about my “procedure,” and gosh, that sort of gave me a good feeling inside because she cared. I missed one call, being in the doctors’ offices at the time. The second was answered by David (because I was too far from the phone) with promises from her that she’d try again. She left a voicemail, but I didn’t get to read it because I was driving David to the airport. Finally, Senior Senorita and I connected.
Turns out, she wanted to know if David and I had any interest in sponsoring the education of two children in Venezuela. She had promised their parents she’d send money for their private school, and golly, now she wanted someone else to send money to these nice people via Western Union.
Now, this same elderly relative has been taken by several scams involving timeshares. She isn’t making these donations through any charitable agency. And the last I heard, she sent money to these people and didn’t hear back for months. Not one peep.
Wouldn’t David and I like to send money, too?
NO.
And now, she’s unhappy with me. I was too “definite” with my answer, or so she told other family members.
So yeah, I’m in a bad mood. I don’t like the implication I am cheap or less than generous or that I ignore those in need. I don’t like that she tattled on me to my sisters. I don’t like “bait and switch” tactics. I don’t like feeling that my only worth to her is my checkbook.
Okay, I got that off my chest. Did I mention I’m all out of Good and Plenty? My favorite bad mood treat?
At least that’s a problem I can rectify. I’m gonna get some right now from Walmart.
How about you? How do you handle a bad mood?
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Even when I’m grumpy, I still send love to all of you! — Joanna
O Joanna! So much to unpack in this newsletter.... I am taking a deep breath for you. ;-). I have no particular treat as I am a stress eater and love almost anything sweet except licorice. An algorithm sent me a bunch of nut recipes and one in particular I love. It is a bit healthier than candy; at least that's what I tell myself. All the best with your health, husband, and all the other family.
I take a walk I the woods. Quiet, trees, sometimes spotting a deer erases the bad mood.