THAT KIND OF DAY

Did you ever have one of those days? You don’t know what you really feel. You’re not happy, nor sad. You’re not glad, nor mad. Blah is not right either. There is no real explanation for the feeling. At least not that I know. But then, what do I know. I don’t even know this feeling I feel or why I feel it.

I should feel terrific. I got paid yesterday. I got most of my bills paid today and there is money left (that’s a great start to a month). I went grocery shopping and to my knowledge only forgot three things I need and one that I really wanted — ice cream. Don’t need it, but sure do like it.

Bread wars this morning was not bad. A little confusing. They changed the process and it didn’t make sense to me. Maybe because of how I feel. There were very few loaves, but lots of everything else. The two women that go with me to fight the good fight each Wednesday got into it at the beginning of the day. I wasn’t playing that much attention; so don’t really know how it got started. I heard enough to know that it was a misunderstanding, but they continued to argue trying to make their point. I stayed out of it. I’m not stupid. I had no desire to have both cats turn on me.

They little bickering continued at the bread pickup. One has come with me longer and was directing and correcting the other. It wasn’t appreciated. From my point of view it wasn’t necessary. If each did was they were suppose to do, everything would be fine. So they argued, made rude comments to one another and basically tried to make my life miserable. I’m a stubborn old dude and was not about to let them ruin my already strange day of feelings. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but it was better than what they were trying to feed me.

One complained about the other later in the day and I told her to stop directing and correcting her. It’s not your job and she already knows what to do. She doubted the truth of my statement (surprise). I let it go and told her to do the same. She ended by saying she wasn’t coming any more. I said nothing. If she stops, OK. If she continues, OK.

Those are the kind of reactions you have when you have a “———“ kind of day. Sorry, don’t know the word I should use and don’t want to take the time to figure it out. It was just that kind of day.

My health is good. The women did not change my feelings for the day one bit. I face that stuff nearly every day. Since I wanted to make the day somewhat profitable, I worked a great deal on the September newsletter. I like to get an early start. I need to do an interview of someone for the cover, but most of the rest is done. So, no matter what else the day was — it was profitable. What more can I ask. Only fake people are happy every day and depressed people are angry every day. That ain’t me.