Not On my Island

It was a better day despite my crummy feelings about another birthday.

My birthday isn't all that bad.  Normally I take a couple of days off, not necessarily on that day but around this time.  I used to get besieged with birthday coupons where I could do some retail therapy.  Usually a trip to Macys.  That is probably not the best thing considering my financial situation. I would buy a pair of boots or some gloves.  Maybe have lunch and just relax for the day.  Go see a movie before falling asleep happened way too often.  I'd say I treated myself.  Maybe too much.  I got my coupon for a free Starbucks on Saturday so Lois better watch out because I'll be in her neighborhood getting a sugar high. I am getting out of the house in the morning.

I did get a rather cute video of Charlotte last year.  Her hair was a hot mess but it was perfect for a 4 year old.  My niece asked her, what else do you want to say?  Charlotte couldn't think of anything at first and then she said, I wanna go to her house.  My niece laughed at her and Charlotte proclaimed it louder, I wanna go to her house!  Well, I think they will be visiting with her daddy's relatives in Ohio next summer.  

It appears that the lurker will get another person working their designated area.  It used to be my area.  They can keep it.  My sympathy to the person who will have to deal with the situation.  On the positive side, this keeps the lurker's eyes off of me.  I know it's because of the years I've been doing this.  People can say it's jealousy.  Maybe it is but it's just stupid.  How hard is it to act like a decent human?  Obviously that's a challenge for the lurker.  I will be getting a little bit of help next week when I'm off and that works for me.  I don't expect much and just thankful it's not the lurker.  They just need to lurk elsewhere.  

When I hear pre-existing conditions being thrown around in this election, I kind of cringe.  My mom and I both fall into that category.  There's so much to lose and people don't get it.  It's the whole I don't trust her or like her.  How did it go when we were all stuck in the house 4 years ago?  I think how close this is just worries me depending on the hour.  It's a lot.  Too much stress for all of us who just want some peace and normalcy.

Michelle Obama made the best case to the male voters.  Think of the women in your life.  Do you want them to have rights?  I'm so sick of this Trump is macho.  He almost fell getting into a garbage truck.  He's built like a garbage truck.  Thinking of the women in your life, your daughters, your sisters, your wife, your mom, that's a real man.  Being thoughtful and decent is a strength that isn't recognized in men or people in general.  

I want the election to be over and I'm so scared of what will happen.  My mom will be the one watching Steve Kornacki jump around with his numbers while I'm in my room with the blanket over my head listening to a Snoopy special on Apple TV.

It's just not easy these days.  

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