Grumpy and Bad-Tempered


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grumpyMaybe I’ve just gotten too old for the crap that life dishes out. I find that the older I get, the less patience I have. I tend to spout off when I get annoyed. I look at it as a privilege of age. When I was younger, I kept my mouth shut to keep the peace – at least that’s how I was raised. Now that I’m older, I don’t want to shut up any longer. If something makes me unhappy, I’ll grump about it and see if I can get it changed to something that I do like. If not, then at least I had the satisfaction of speaking my mind. They always say the squeaky wheel gets the oil. I had so many years of suffering in silence that I think I finally reached my breaking point.

I think that’s why there are so many bad-tempered older people. They got fed up, and they cracked. Old people’s bad behavior gets excused because of their age. I can remember some of the outrageous things my grandmother used to say. She never got in trouble for it, though, because she was old. Who was going to scold her? We’d just shake our heads and say, “oh, Gramma.”

Taking Gramma’s example, at a certain age people begin to speak their mind. You say things you’d never have gotten away with when you were younger. When you were young and inexperienced, if you spoke your mind, you were patted on the head, ignored or gently corrected. If you were brave enough to speak up, it was rare if anyone took you seriously.

It’s surprising the day you look around and realize that you are now the oldest one in the room, and everyone is taking you seriously. Being among the oldest seems to imply a certain level of wisdom – whether it’s true or not! I may know a lot, but I don’t know everything. It still feels weird to have everyone look to me for the answers. How did that happen? I certainly don’t mind sharing what I know, but being treated like the expert is weird.

It’s weird enough to make me grumpy. Perhaps I should start warning folks when I’m cheerful since that seems to be more of a rare occurrence of late!  Hey, look out, I’m happy today.

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If We Were Having Coffee #1


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coffee1If we were having coffee and getting caught up on what’s happening in each others’ lives, I might share some of my random thoughts and musings with you.  As I work on finishing up my breakfast, I realize that I really must practice eating slower and savoring what I’m eating. That’s an old diet trick; you’re supposed to eat slowly so that your mind and stomach have a chance to give you the “full” signal. I also ran into issues with wolfing down food last night. I inhaled a piece of chicken breading and coughed for a good half an hour trying to dislodge it. I’m still coughing today because I irritated my throat in the process last night.

It occurs to me that I will soon possess not one but two college degrees now that I’m almost too old for them to matter. Yes, I will get the personal satisfaction from getting them, but it likely won’t make much difference elsewhere. I’m not looking for work. Unless the bottom drops out somewhere, I’m not in the same place I was in five years ago when I first went back to school. Twenty years ago having a degree would’ve changed both my career path and my salary. Now degrees are for my own gratification.

The sweetest thing happened to me last night. My hubby told me he has been in love with me since the first day he laid eyes on me. I didn’t know that. He made me cry. I knew he loved me fairly quickly because he told me early on in our relationship how he felt. He tells me now (twenty-seven years later) that he had trouble waiting the week that he did to tell me those three words. How did I get so lucky to find such a wonderful man?

I have to confess that I really missed blogging. I voluntarily stepped away from it for a bit to write. I’m still working on my novel but it’s not an all-consuming task at the moment. The story’s not done, but it’s resting. Being back on WordPress is awesome. I’d forgotten how much I missed my friends. I tried to follow everyone, and I tried to like posts or comment from time to time, but it’s not the same as actively posting every day, is it?

I’d also forgotten how much I love reading. While I was frantically tapping out reams and reams of my own words and sentences, I stopped reading, too. During a lonely afternoon recently, I picked up a book I had bought long ago and never read, and now I’m back into the world of vampires in Jeaniene Frost’s series. It’s nice to read someone else’s efforts for a change. I’m not writing about vampires, but there is a ghost in my book. Seeing how others set up scenes and dialogue makes me a better writer in the long run, and I enjoy losing myself in a book. It’s fun and an easy way to escape from the dullness of day-to-day life.

And speaking of life, it’s time to wrap this up and finish getting ready for work. Work waits for no one. It goes on whether I’m there or not, and if I want to continue getting paid, I’d better be there.

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Donna Reads: Destined for an Early Grave


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Goodreads rating: 4 out of 5 stars

DFEGIn Destined for an Early Grave by Jeaniene Frost, the fourth book in the Night Huntress series, Cat and her vampire lover/husband, Bones are on vacation. Cat has retired from her job, working for the government fighting the rogue undead. Cat and Bones are trying to relax when Cat begins to have nightmares about another vampire. Gregor is a Dreamsnatcher and he attempts to abduct Cat out of her dreams. Gregor believes that Cat belongs to him. As Gregor invades her dreams more and more, Cat must find a way to stop him.

I enjoyed this book more than the last one in the series, but I had a few issues with it. Gregor’s prior claim on Cat is from his previous kidnapping of her at age 16. Did Gregor manipulate her mother’s mind? Why else would her Mother have thought he was a nice man and sent her 16-year-old daughter off to Paris with him? Where was Cat’s uncle at the time? He was supposedly keeping watch over her throughout the years, having known all along who she was. I also don’t understand Mencheres’ involvement when Cat was a teenager. I found the whole ‘he saw it in a vision’, ‘he erased her memories of Gregor’ and ‘he sent Bones to the bar to meet her that first night they met’ to be a little far-fetched. Perhaps more will be explained in the book where Mencheres is the lead character. I got irritated quickly in this book with Cat’s stupidity. She refused to trust Bones even though he’s a mega-Master vampire. She won’t do as he asks, she speaks without thinking, she’s impulsive, and she practically runs right into Gregor’s arms.

There are so many things I like about these books – the strong lead characters, the dialogue and interplay between them, the sense of humor, the romance and the danger. As the books have gone on, I find myself liking Bones more and more and Cat not so much. She’s stupid, she says annoying, obnoxious things and most of the time she deserves the trouble she gets herself into. Many times I find myself thinking that Bones could do better. Of all the women he’s known over 200+ years of existence, I have a hard time believing that her bold, brashness was what he fell in love with. The fact that he’s never loved anyone before her seems a little weird to me.

I love the series, and I have been reading the books and novellas in the order that Ms. Frost recommends. I’m hoping the reason why Cat is the only woman for Bones becomes clearer to me. She may be the lead character, but she’s not why I read the series.



Howling at the Moon



I grabbed the better camera to try to catch a few shots of the moon last night during the super moon lunar eclipse. You wouldn’t think it would be so hard to hold the camera still while photographing something that’s not moving! I even used the roof of my car as a tripod, but they’re still a bit fuzzy. These shots are when the moon was fully covered by the Earth’s shadow.

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This last one is worse, I suppose. This is the one I snapped with my iPhone (before I grabbed the better camera). This was almost halfway through.



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