There you go.
‘Nuff said. I really despise shortened slang like that…so why do I do it? I should have written ‘enough said.’ There, fixed it. In attempting to teach the darling daughter how to read, I have become acutely aware of how ridiculous the American version of the English language has become. Words do not sound how they should be pronounced. Over time it seems they’ve become slurred just to make it easier or quicker to say. Oh good lord I digress.
Back to the quote of the day. That’s the new motto around here (well, at least it is for me). I’ve made this mess. Now I’ve got to deal with it. No more whining, no more crying, no more pity parties. Just get on with it.
Like I’ve said in other posts, in view of some of the things that have happened around our nation, world really, over the last year in the form of grand natural disasters and such, things that I think are monumental and deserving of some much needed rumination and remonstration are actually teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy little molehills.
Bad choice of words. Molehills I’ve got. By the hundreds in both front and back yards. Molehills makes me think of what I’m going to have to deal with next spring. Molehills make me relive the futility of this last summer and fall. Again, think Caddyshack, dynamite, golf course…gophers laughing maniacally.
So, perhaps I should pick a different word. My worries and my obsessions are SMALL compared to what I could be dealing with. The forests around our house did not burn. The house did not burn down. We did not lose all of our worldly possessions (though sometimes I do wonder if that could end up being a small blessing in disguise). We have our health. Our house has not flooded. We have electricity. The water got low in the well, but it didn’t go dry. So, really, no need for worry here.
So, I’m off to find those big girl panties and then I’m going to set about having a spectacularly awesome day.