Is whining good for the soul, or is it just a waste of psychic energy? When a particular whine is repeated, just as laundry and constant dishwashing is repeated, it becomes tedious for the whiner and the recipients of said communication.
At the risk of sounding whiny, I’m going to complain about the lack of construction noise this morning. Here I have been up, dressed and swilling coffee for the past hour, up at a crazy hour just to enjoy blessed quiet, and mentally gearing myself up for the resumption of expected beeping, banging, grinding, shaking from the road crews at 7 am. So, they’re not here yet. It’s Monday morning and these men and machines are shirking their duty. Are they sleeping in? Are they procrastinating, standing around their vehicles at the local gas station, their morning joe in paper cups gripped in their hands, dragging out the time when they have to submit themselves to another day of assault on their and other’s senses?
This doesn’t sound at all whine-worthy. Maybe I am losing my mind.
I will post intermittently in the month of November. However, my morning habit of catching up with my favourite bloggers will sustain me: through a maybe operation of my eye, any day now; planning an anniversary party for Renaissance Man and his wife, Glasgow Girl; going on a brief romantic Armistice Day weekend holiday with Rumpole to celebrate our thirtieth wedding anniversary; and submitting myself to the crazy NaNoWriMo, 50,000word draft writing of purple prose pulp fiction – The Completer Set.
Whine – “I must be completely nuts!”
I will post from time to time to bitch and whine (and celebrate) and refresh my crazy self with the bon mots from my favourite blogs. Happy November!!!!!