Being Crabby

It just comes upon you - sort of sneaky like. You get up in the morning and things don't start out well. You start going through your day and you realize that your answers are a bit snappy to almost everyone. Every little thing becomes another irritation until everything, everyone does is annoying. You don't like anything or anyone and you don't know why.

I don't understand. Am I tired? Am I hormonal? Is the world just that annoying? Could it be my lack of exercise or my diet or lack of diet. Do I just need some fun or recreation in my life? Maybe I just need a break, a rest, a fresh outlook or a good laugh. I don't like feeling or being this way and I am sure that those around me don't like it much either.

Well I am going to walk on the treadmill now to see if I can get rid of the crabbys or least a few calories. Hope tomorrow is a better day.

Being Invisible

Did you know that you could become invisible?

It happens slowly, almost unnoticeably.  It happens as you get older or if you are chubby or "overweight" by our society standards.  

You know you are invisible when people don't look at you or even see you as they are walking by.  No smiles or acknowledgment - they just walk by.  You may even be bumped into or almost run over because "they did not see you".  In the past, when we were young or pretty or thin - folks would look at us and smile or nod or something.

It is a sort of sad feeling being invisible.  It is like folks don't want to take the time to even notice you are there.  I want to make an effort to be different.  God help me to notice others and to take the time to smile and acknowledge them even though I am invisible.

Getting Older

You know - getting older just sneaks up on you.  You don't remember where all of the days went.  You have memories of special occasions but most of it is a blur.  The memories are good and they are pleasant to think about  but you just wonder where all of the time went and what you did with all of it.  

I guess that I thought that by the time I was my grandmothers age -- you know old in your 50s-- that I would feel very wise and able to handle anything.  I have come to find that that is not really the way that it is.  There are still many things to learn -- some are new and some are the things that we refused to learn the first time around.  I am praying that real wisdom will come and that I will have some wise lessons to pass to someone who wants to listen.  Some parts of getting older are really good - like more freedom and less fear about speaking your mind and not really caring about what others think about the way you are dressed.  

I don't really feel older.  I know that I am by the number of birthdays that have passed but inside I still feel very young.  I hope that I always feel like that.

Stay young in mind and heart.

Laundry

Today - I was doing laundry and was taking my blue jeans out of the dryer to put on the drying rack - you know so they won't shrink so tight that you cannot zip them the first time that you put them on after drying them, and I started to think about how we used to dry clothes when I was a child.  

The clothes were washed in a ringer washing machine and run through the ringer and then placed in a real basket - not a plastic one and taken out to the clothes line outside - where we shook out each piece and hung them with wooden clothes pins on the line in the sun to dry.  They would smell so good and would be warm when we took them down after they were dry.  They smelled like sunshine somehow.  I miss doing that -even though it takes time and energy.  I think that I need more simple things in my life.