I don't know what it is about Mondays, but my inbox is filled with weird stuff this morning. My favorite is The Wastrel Show, who takes great pleasure in saying that even millionaires are feeling the pinch:
http://wastrelshow.blogspot.com/ (Look for the May 9 post)
Of course, unlike her siblings (and dad, and grandfather), she's only a single-digit millionaire.
Hey lady, most of us never were in the first place! My farmer parents, who counted themselves lucky many years just to break even, would find this more than a little amusing. That is, if they read blogs or use e-mail...my mom is convinced that using the computer is just asking for all sorts of viruses to enter her life. And Dad refuses to use the computer -- period. Although he is more than happy to talk about stuff I discover on it.
Normally, she has interesting things to say, so I can generally put aside her occasional smug comment. And she DOES go on in this post to explain how she wasted her share of money, lived badly, etc. etc. Her sister had to close the family factory -- tough on the family, but I keep thinking about the people who lost their jobs, as a result. Their stories are no doubt rougher than sister having to cut her manicure appointments to economize.
Maybe I am just in a cynical mood this morning. Maybe not. But really. Give me a break.
If life is just too cheerful for you, make sure it's raining, put sad songs on the stereo (Snoopy-style), grab a mug of tea, and visit this blog:
The poor woman either blames herself or someone else for every sad and horrible thing that's ever happened to her. (Tip from the blog: make things easy for you-- blame something or someone that happened decades ago for your current actions. Works like a charm.) She admits she has some chemical issues, and she sees a therapist. But somehow I don't think either of these are doing that much good, in spite of a very strange (and lyric) rhapsody on the thrilling relationship she has with her "pink buddy," lithium.
Now I'm off to get some deadlines finished off, then go plant some perennials in the sunshine. (Perhaps I should ask my sad blogger friend to join me -- the sun will do her good.) Just in time for it to snow tomorrow!
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