Those of you who read my blog regularly might wonder why you didn't see a post from me yesterday. I was in a very foul humor all day yesterday, for various reasons. I just didn't feel like writing. It's a rare day when I don't write a word, but it happens sometimes.
I started off being irritated with some of my friends on Facebook. Obviously not everyone among my more than 500 friends is going to agree with me about everything, but I am always shocked to see some of the comments and things people post. I am neither a liberal or a conservative, but my middle stance seems to anger both sides.
I have resolved to just ignore Facebook more. I know I will get more done around the house, and my blood pressure won't elevate when I scroll through my News Feed.
I went to the movies by myself yesterday after lunch, to see Philomena. Excellent movie. Really well written, beautifully photographed, etc. Also, to me, REALLY depressing. It's about an Irish woman who was forced to relinquish her toddler son, and 50 years later finally found the courage to search for him. The nuns from that particular place were pretty awful. It's based on a true story, which made it all the more depressing.
Philomena was a fairly powerless person, until her daughter put her in touch with the journalist who helped her trace her son. The result was not what she had hoped it would be, though. I don't want to spoil the movie, but suffice to say it had a lot of depth. Just hard to imagine, the terror and coercion that went into her relinquishing rights to her child. I'm aware that that still goes on today and it's heartbreaking.
[In case you're unaware or wondering, my kids were removed from alcoholic mothers who were incapable of parenting and chose alcohol over their children.]
I was in a theater where I was probably the only person under 60. No big deal. However, at one point in the middle of the movie I heard an odd sound, and I realized someone to my left and about 3 rows back, was snoring. Fast asleep.
Michael took his car out to get gas in it yesterday, despite the pouring rain, and hydroplaned on the drive back. The back bumper of the car hit something. He didn't hit another car. So there's probably about $300-500 worth of damage there. He was SO upset when he got back.
He also paid for $15 in gas and told the attendant the wrong pump number, and someone else got the gas. Poor kid. He is learning some tough lessons.
I had a will signing last night at 7. I got the chance to visit with Kristy on the way over, and that lifted my spirits. The man whose will was signed had lost his wife just a couple of months ago, very suddenly. Sad situation, but he was not weepy. Losing her made him aware of his own mortality and the need for a will like nothing else could.
Seems like the theme for yesterday was that life will hand you some tough lessons. You have to just not let things get to you. A lesson for us all. Faith is what gets me through.
