I’ve already had my Cadbury egg for the year. I can only stand to eat one — the first is delicious, any others are way too sweet for me. No plans.
My birthday’s tomorrow (I turn 64) — no plans for that, either.
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I have a mostly completed application for Social Security benefits online. I will submit it on Tuesday if I hear nothing about any job interviews tomorrow. I was so hoping I would be considered again for the job that got reposted. I thought I had made a very good impression — I guess I was wrong.
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I am so sick of feeling sorry for myself. I have spent the last several days intermittently crying because I will be 64 on Monday and I can’t think of anybody in my life who cares about me for no other reason than that I am who I am. If anybody does, they certainly haven’t bothered to tell me — or maybe they haven’t bothered to hit me over the head with it, which might be what is necessary.
My mother loves me — but she was married to my stepfather before she ever bothered to say so that I can remember. She told me she thought I knew. No, Mom, I didn’t — how was I supposed to? You did tend to only talk to me when I hadn’t done things like you wanted them to be.
And I don’t think she necessarily likes me very much. If she had to have two daughters, she wanted both to be like her first. To give credit where it’s due, I’m pretty sure my sister doesn’t feel the need of an understudy; but she doesn’t understand where I’m coming from either, and sees no reason to try.
They could both start from the notion that my sister telling my mother that she wishes she hadn’t been nasty to me does NOT constitute an apology to me and see what that gets them, but I doubt either will ever think of it.
Over the past six months, I have been as part of my meditations, asking to willingly release old unforgiveness and anger. It took quite some time for the thought to occur to me, what would be the result if I didn’t want to let go of the grudge? Damn.
Also, I don’t have the money I need to get through the rest of this month. This isn’t helping my mood, either.
Yes, I know I’m whining. You don’t need to tell me.
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On a brighter note, here’s a different option for clean water. I think this one costs more than the one I saw last week, but still ….
Here’s something else that I saw online yesterday that gave me about 15 minutes entertainment. I couldn’t get my Word to do what I wanted it to, so this will be written out rather than as an equation: The square root of (X + 15) plus the square root of X equals 15; what is X?