The Winter that wouldn’t end.

Monday AfternoonThat’s what this is beginning to feel like. We were hit with another 2 feet of snow last night.

I’m over the snow, the shoveling, and all the annoying issues of living here during the winter.  I’ve got things to do, that do not involve being trapped in my home. Perhaps I’m a bit more sensitive about it than usual for a variety of reasons. 

COVID19? Paging COVID 19 Lockdowns…

Then there’s the annoyance of being left to our own devices by the county during the recent blizzard. I’ll grant you, a blizzard like that is only a once in ten year occurrence. I’m equally sure that some fact checker will read that line and say, “there’s never been a blizzard here,” 

IMG 2688Yeah, yeah, just because someone decided to call it a blizzard this time, doesn’t mean that we’ve never seen a storm like that before. It’s kind of like when they started naming big storms that happen over the midwest the same way hurricanes are named. The storms are nothing new, it’s just that we decided to start giving them names.

Storms like the recent blizzard have happened in the past and I’ve been living here long enough that I know that to be true because I shoveled snow then too. Like I said, about every ten years. These little smaller storms are a pain but not really much different either. I’m thinking this may be a year where we see snow flurries well into April.

I really hoped that I’d miss the next “big storm”. But alas, nope. 

These first two pictures give an idea. The top photo is Monday afternoon 3/20/2023. The bottom photo is today 3/22/2023.

Mother Nature is a tease!

I really shouldn’t write when I’m angry!

Apologies for the post yesterday.

I was super pissed off on a number of levels. I’ve edited yesterday’s post for clarity. Even editing it I was still pissed off.

My frustration level is increased because I’ve discovered the most used key on a computer keyboard is the space bar.

I’ve discovered this due to my butterfly keyboard on my MacBook. You may have noticed random periods scattered throughout my posts. These have been increasing in frequency due to my space bar “Bouncing,” I’ll press it once, the computer sees twice and helpfully puts a period in for me. I’ve not yet found a way to turn off this “Helpful” feature, when /if I do I’ll probably turn it off forever!

This dubiously helpful feature has increased my frustration level when writing and decreased my desire to, and pleasure in, writing.

Don’t even get me started on filling out forms online. That’s the 7th level of hell with a properly working keyboard.

A new machine is in my future. I miss the good old days when an Apple machine would last for 6-7 years. This one is only 4 years old and apparently, I’ve don’e better with it’s inherently defective keyboard than most.

Oh, My GOD! As if I’m not stressed enough.

This morning I was having my coffee when my doorbell rings.

It was a sheriffs deputy. Guess what, he was doing a wellness check on me.

WHAT THE FUCK????

The minute he asks if I know a particular person I know exactly what’s going on and I’m fucking livid! I have never been so angry at anyone in my life.

I wasn’t angry at the officer, I was angry at the person who called the fucking police to take time out of their day to come by my house for nothing.

The issue was that I was sick and tired of talking to this particular person. So I’d simply stopped answering the phone.

I really thought nothing of it. I’ve got shit to do, I’ve been outside shoveling snow for the past week or so with my neighbors.

I’ve got other stuff to do as well and I have no desire to be pissed off or bummed out by some overly dramatic nonproductive conversation with this person. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is, calling the cops?

For fucks sake! I have a family that is checking in with me every day. Sometimes I don’t answer them either. It depends on what I’m doing. Maybe I’ll get back to them in a day or two.

This person isn’t even MY friend. She’s a friend of my deceased partner! There is little to no connection between us.

I’m more likely to answer calls from my family because they don’t cause me an hour or two of emotional pain when they call. They don’t rehash the same shit from their unresolved trauma over and over again. They don’t talk over me. They don’t tell me how to live my life. But this “friend” does all of the above.

This person keeps trying to force me into grieving my loss like she thinks I should. Then to top it off, as if she owns me, she calls the cops to enforce her will on me. The cops ask me to call her. What are we in? Kindergarten?

Take a fucking hint lady, I was only marginally interested in continuing a relationship with you, out of respect for my partner. But NOW oh hell no! I’ll be cutting all ties.

I’m really sick and tired of having to remind people that I am a 60+ year old adult male and am more than capable of taking care of myself.  I’ve been doing it for decades.

To any of you that may think otherwise, or that I need a mother, or a parent, or a controller…

BACK OFF!

LEAVE ME IN PEACE. I’LL GRIEVE, IN MY OWN WAY, IN MY OWN TIME!

HERE’S SOMETHING ELSE YOU SHOULD KNOW,  

I’LL THRIVE IN MY NEW LIFE!