In the last two months ago, my car was on the fritz, my computer had a virus, my VCR/DVD was eating my beloved quilt tapes and I had been told by ‘reliable sources’ there was no solution other then sending them off to be copied for big $$$, I had fallen on the sidewalk like an incompetent ‘elderly’ woman, there was not a green thing in my yard, I was 5 lbs heavier, I need cataract surgery, my sister was possibly very ill, my friend had a serious accident, and the drain in the basement plugged up and flooded the laundry room.
I had written these stress factors on a piece of paper, as a pitiful excuse for an embarrassing temper outburst, and my DH kept the piece of paper to remind me later that my outlook would be better another day.
Today, my car is OK, my computer is repaired, I have a new VCR/DVD AND instructions on how to copy the VCR contents to the DVDs, I know how to use the newest remote control) my falling-down episode is almost behind me with only minor injuries, the yard is green, I lost 5 lbs, I am putting off cataract surgery since I’ve decided if I can see well enough to sew, that procedure is not critical for now, my sister came through surgery in flying colors with no bad news at all, my friend will recover in time from her accident, and the plumber roto-rooted the drain.
… and we’ve planned a short vacation in several weeks. Huh??? Is there a connection between my fit of temper and DH uncharacteristically planning a vacation?
Some days -- I know it's silly -- I envision myself as a Vivian Leigh character, (near the end of Gone with the Wind, where she is in the dirt field, digging up food with her bare hands) looking heavenward, vowing something like "Tomorrow will be a better day."
Ha, and you all thought I was Ms Patience and Pleasantness! I had you fooled!