Middle-Aged Malcontent

 

I have learned how to do graphics with sparkles. Shoot. Me. Now.

I promise to use my powers of graphic-fu only for good. If that's even possible (some would say it's not).

Some days, I would kill for a bit of peace and quiet. Others, the sound of silence is just too loud. Lately, the silence has been driving me crazy, and I don't know why.

Maybe I just don't want to be left alone with my own thoughts. Too dangerous, perhaps? Or maybe too dull.

So I've been filling the silence with iTunes and internet radio (BBC 6Music apparently is my drug of choice these days, proving there's still a use for Real Player). Dolly Parton and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Carole King and Van Morrison, Blondie and Neil Young, all doing their part to keep the pressures of work, caretaking and personal complications at bay. If my TV didn't up and die a couple of months ago, Turner Classic Movies would be in there somewhere, too. A world where Fred and Ginger dance into eternity, while Katherine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy spar with each other endlessly and Cary Grant once again talks Rosalind Russell into dumping wimpy Ralph Bellamy so she can grab the scoop of the century--a nice place to visit, but would you really want to live there? Well, some days the answer would have to be yes.

But, here I am in the real world with real complications and real crap to deal with. Not pretty, not glossy, and I have to provide my own soundtrack. It's the only world we've got, though.

Webspace is down, which means no graphics housed on plus members' webspace here are showing up. Blog wallpaper is showing up, though. Wonder where that is kept?

But then, I'm just grumpy because it snowed today, and we're supposed to get up to 12 inches of white stuff by tomorrow night. The good news is I'm on vacation for a week, so I don't have to risk my neck driving in the snow and ice. Still, it's supposed to be spring, dagnabit!

Damn it, spring, hurry UP!

Yesterday: lovely, warmish, a bit windy, sunny, clear.

Today: cold, rainy, hail, and just plain gloomy.

Not as bad as those unlucky places that had three-inch hail and tornadoes, but a pain if you happen to be here. A good day to stay in, take a nap, and play online. But changable weather like this is a sign of spring, too, as sure as robins or the first tulips peeking through the ground.