Mary Moon did a blog post the other day saying she had been in an itchy mean mood all day. We all have days like that don’t we? I left a comment on Mary’s blog about my own grumpy days. Most days, I am pretty cheerful. Ask my clients. Don’t ask my husband or my kids.
My comment (with a few edits) was,
… I live across the street from a provincial park so we get a lot of people walking by our house. Sometimes, if I am in a foul mood I think about shouting curses at them out my front window. The joggers who run up and down my street about 20 times in a row in spandex who always look totally miserable but especially pious would be my first object of scorn. Then the people who smoke and flick cigarette butts on the road. I would yell at young children and tell them how we acted in “my” generation. Nobody would be safe from my scorn if I just went with it one day. I wonder what would need to happen to put me over the edge and get to that point? It’s a precarious situation. One day. One day.
PS- If you look closely you can see the tiny green buds on my tree in front of my wondow. I have named the tree Brianna.