have one of those days?
those weeks? those months? then I said …
what else could happen?
I could ask if you ever had on of those …
But I am sure you have.
I mean, why else would we use the term, those days, if there wasn’t universal understanding of that meant.
It has been on those … for me.
If I will keep my feet on the ground and say it has been one of those weeks, and it started with the fun of traveling by plane even though I wasn’t the one traveling and you plan to be some where in 4 or 5 hours and you to get to that some where some 32 hours later.
Start there and build on that.
Or start on that and go down hill.
As the feller said in Yes Minister, “When things are going down hill fast, you need someone to jump in the drivers seat and step on the gas.”
Debit cards reported being used in Australia.
Credit cards declined.
If we didn’t have exploding thunderstorms and sky high humidity for weather we wouldn’t have any weather at all.
I threw gasoline on a fires.
I closed barn doors long after the horses were long gone.
I stepped on the gas going down hill.
What can you say?
As I remember it, and I am not going to bother to do The Google and try to find it, but there is a saying in Yiddish that translates to English as “May God do this to me and more.”
Nothing specific is mentioned.
Because there is no reason to give God any ideas, you see.
Still, when I felt I was coming out of the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week, I made a mistake and I said out loud, “What else could happen?”
I got home from work, went to my home office and started to connect my laptop to my work station … and my desk imploded.
It went splat, flat before my eyes.
It happened so fast I doubted what had just happened.
It happened so slowly that I felt I could have stopped time and wound it backwards and started the moment over.
I stood there and looked my desk and computers and monitors and cables all now just a pile on the floor and all I could say was, “really?“
Okay, I said some other things as well.
But really – who has a desk collapse?
I mean geeeeeeee whiz!!!
There was a time, back in the day, when I could enjoy a cigar and with some creative visualization, pack all my troubles into that cigar and feel them blow away with the smoke.
It was a bit of a stretch, but it worked or at least it worked for a while.
I could sit and smoke and read and my troubles drifted off.
Cigars burn blue smoke from one end and burned gray smoke from the other.
Different problems, I would say.
I still enjoy my cigar but somehow the ability to pack my troubles into the tobacco eludes me.
The visualization doesn’t work.
It’s been one of those day … those weeks … those months and I bet it would be just as bad, even in Australia.
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