The Daily EO: June 7th, 2012

I mentioned in May that I contacted a local paper to give a donation to a woman they had featured that was struggling making ends meet.  I purchased a $25 gift card from the grocery store and wrote her a personal note.  I awaiting the editor’s response so I could mail it to her.  I was feeling good – I had never done this before and I was hoping this woman might feel like someone actually cared in the community.  She mentioned in the article that she was unable to afford salmon and scallops and I thought perhaps she could have a little treat.

First off, I must tell you where my head was on Thursday morning – it was bucket deep in a pity party.  I awoke feeling tired and cranky and with little to accomplish that day.  I was bored, restless, unengaged, frustrated, pissy, and unappreciated.  I curled up with the cat and watched the last 4 episodes of the recent season of Grey’s Anatomy.  Hmmm.  I didn’t feel better (crushed under an airplane?).

Then I got an email from the editor of the paper.  Good News! – and I could carry out something positive this bleak day.  But the editor said the woman in the article agreed to the interview to get help for all seniors – not just for herself.   And so she had refused my offer.  So I guess before this woman will accept a small gift from me, I need to purchase gift cards for all the Muskoka seniors.  Either that, get elected as an MP and push through a private member’s bill to change all the caps on Canada Pension so no seniors will be struggling.  Then I could give this woman a $25 card.

Blah.  Crappy day.  Friday will be better.

June 7th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  I’m spending my gift certificate and I will pretend it was a gift from a well-meaning person of the community who actually cared about me.  Thank you, self.

The Daily EO: March 14, 2012

I was crabby. I don’t really know why. Each person I interacted with seemed to be less than competent or annoying or worse both. I say seem because I think it was my perception probably not reality.

The post office, the grocery store, the bank, the LCBO. They all annoyed me. And Emile annoyed me and he wasn’t even home.  Beavis too.  And that wasn’t even his fault.  I was the one who trained him to beg for treats on the kitchen stools.

Driving home after finally getting my chores done – thinking to myself honestly, how do these people function? – I took a back street to avoid the people.  Veteran’s Way for you Huntsvilleites. On the left side of the street was a mother and her toddler.  On the right side of the street was the mother’s other daughter – I’d guess about 4 years old.  I saw them so slowed down to make sure I didn’t hit them.  Wouldn’t that be a terrific end to my day. (See how crabby I was? I was more worried about my inconvenience of hitting them, versus terrible injury.  Sigh)

I saw them, but the mom didn’t see me. She was shouting at her other daughter to move it already – get across the street.  She  was gesturing and looking annoyed that her daughter was not listening.  It wasn’t until the older daughter started waving at me that I was noticed driving down the street.  Mom looked horrified.  I cheered up.

March 14, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  A four-year old figuring the perfect time not to listen to her mother.