There is much to enjoy about our new togetherness while Jim is awaiting the all-clear to go back driving. We tool around town on errands and put a little more thought into planning our days.
This morning I’m sitting in the dentist waiting room while he gets his teeth cleaned. I have my iPad so I can sit here and get some work done *except that* they are blasting the morning zoo radio station at me — not only hyper-friendly chatter but also all Christmas music. I cannot write a sentence while being verbally and mentally assaulted. So I have my iPhone Pandora app roaring “ambient” melodies into my headset. It *barely* drowns out the friendly cheer. I’m getting a headache. Doesn’t help that it is one of those dark pouring-down-rain early winter mornings.
Meanwhile, back at home I’m trying to get back into selling mode for a last chance at some Ebay profit before our visit to St. Louis. Made the mistake of trying to reorganize my “To Be Sold” shelves this morning. Put me in a “just shoot me” kind of mood. Who needs a deck of 1940′s MGM playing cards? But this is how it always starts: I curse my fate — then something grabs my attention, intrigues me… then, before I know it, I’m in full collector-seller mode.
I sound whiney, don’t I?
Sent from my iPad
When music is blasting we ask people to turn it down or off. Usually they will with no problem.
Joyce, you have the right approach. I need to teach myself to do that (for the good of earsore humanity everywhere)