Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Happy? No, Not Yesterday

Our writing prompt for yesterday was "HAPPY." Here's what I wrote on my laptop, but was unable to publish because of technical difficulties:

“Happy. Happy. Happy.”

Nope, not feeling it. Today I’m experiencing vacation hangover. 

Too much food. 

Too much gelato.

Not enough training before hiking in the Rockies.
Even stretching during the hike didn't help much.

Too much silliness.

 Too much junk food.

Too many issues upon our arrival home.

To begin with: no internet connection. Are you kidding me? And the technicians were already booked through today, so no tech support can make a service call until TOMORROW. 

Ants have invaded my home in my absence. I had tossed an empty cookie tin on the floor that had been in my suitcase. When I picked it up, it was covered in ants, inside and out. We had a funeral at sea, of sorts, at the kitchen sink. There were no survivors. Of that particular crew. I have a feeling there are plenty of reinforcements still undetected.

My legs are still screaming with pain from our hike on Saturday. It was fun. It was beautiful. It was worth it. "Hiking" our flat bike trail by my house in no way prepared me for the gains in elevation in Boulder, Colorado.

Communication breakdowns seemed to be a theme yesterday. Still sorting through those issues. If a woman finds her voice, but no one comprehends her message, do her words still count? 

Exercise, for me, cures a variety of ills, so I took off for my walk before the day got away from me. The air was cool; the sky was partly cloudy. Perfect. Except. Mother nature "called" at the worst possible moment. Seriously? The nearest portapotty was two and a half miles away. My schedule is so off. 

Luckily, I flagged a friend down on her way to work, and she whisked me home speedily.  I promised myself to try to make it to Zumba later. My mojo is messed up, and I’m just going to sit here and sip coffee for awhile.

My day was full of lethargy and slothfulness. I pushed myself to go to Zumba at 7:00, but was feeling poorly with cramps and a headache. I barely broke a sweat; I was pushing myself to the limit just to be there. I made a quick dinner for Bridger when I got home, and headed to bed with a heating pad. 

Maybe I can write about the HAPPY prompt another day. This one just wasn't one of those days.


  1. that was a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day"!"

    1. Crystal, some days are like that, even in Australia. ;-)

  2. You asked "If a woman finds her voice, but no one comprehends her message, do her words still count?" The answer seems to be an obvious YES in your case. But when I think of me it turns to a NO. Sigh.

    I'm always thankful for new mornings and new mercies. I hope today is brighter, friend.

    We've had ants twice this summer. Email me if you any to know or method for keeping them at bay.

    1. Melinda, I'm going to spray the perimeter of the house and set off a bug bomb. Hugs to you...


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