Random Things that Make Me Grumpy
Caution: I'm fragile! Do not drop, shake, or expose me to excessive heat. WRITTEN and ILLUSTRATED by PETER MOORE
IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION that I’m a bit sensitive.
Just this morning, a certain Sally A decided she’d had enough of The Road2Elsewhere, and demanded that I “stop sending emails.”
A knife to the heart!
And as I scraped her off my subscriber list—I’m down to 2,384 2,383, now!—I thought about all the other things that piss me off, make me sad, and or make me feel hopeless. There were rather a lot of them.
For instance….
When anybody calls me “Pete.” Aside from my wife, who can call me anything she likes. But otherwise…I am NOT Pete! Try telling that to the appliance repair guy, though.
And then he’ll charge me several hundred dollars for swapping in a new washer. It’s Peter, dammit!
When any team I root for loses a game. I root for a lot of teams, and that means a lot of losses and a lot of grumpiness.
Actually, things have improved since I moved to Colorado, home of NBA and NHL Champions. But the Broncos and Rockies suck!
When I’m not doing the work I’m supposed to be doing.
When I was seven-years old, I asked my oldest brother what “procrastination” meant. He said, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
When I need a nap.
Set your watch by it: at 2pm I’m out cold…for exactly ten minutes. And then….
When I wake up from a nap
Somebody slap me, willya?
When I’m avoiding exercise. Stop me before I work out again!
Typical workout: seven minutes on the exercycle; 20 minutes of crunches, pushups, and planks; 20 more minutes on the exercycle till I’m sweating like a beast; ten minutes of dumbbell lifts for arms, back and shoulders; ten minutes of hops and wall-sits for my skiing muscles. You can see why I try to avoid all that.
When I watch a bad movie by mistake.
Actually, Nic Cage was in Raising Arizona, so I’ll give him credit for one good movie.
The day after…anything fun.
Wait. Why all this bellyaching? There’s so much else in our world that completely sucks!
Hey, anybody know how the Bulls did last night? Oh, they lost by two points to the friggin’ Brooklyn Nets?
Thank goodness: Now I have something unimportant to fret over.
Hey there! I’m glad you made it all the way to the end of an especially gloomy post! I’m bound to be less glum next time! One way to find out is to subscribe. In fact, you can especially brighten my mood by becoming a PAID subscriber. All smiles either way. And thanks.
much to be grumpy about. In Aotearoa New Zealand we have a bunch of right wing lightweight CEOs, conspiracy theorists and racists trying to form a government across three political parties to rule over us with wars on the poor, the indigenous, the workers, the homeless, the gangs, the non-CEOs, and anyone they label as "bottom feeders" (yes the incoming prime minister of NZ has stated that he doesnt cater to that lot). Throw in the unpredictable weather and my usual space of solace in the maara kai (food garden) doesnt always work to allay the grumpies (or uglies as we sometimes call them). And of course there is western colonial genocide in its latest form in Palestine and the ripple effects being felt in our hearts. in the middle of all that, to have a case of the uglies at random things makes sense. I had a working bee today and noone turned up. not even a Sally. random.
Sally A is silly, don't fret about her; you still have 2,383 readers who LOVE seeing your messages in our inboxes. BTW, my husband is a Peter, too, and also gets annoyed by people who insist on calling him "Pete."