I'm on a roller coaster ride. A few days ago, everything was going as planned. Today, nothing is going right. The offer on our home was withdrawn. The washing machine and dishwasher are both broken. I threw out my back, and Bri's bike was stolen this morning. I am so bummed. I know if I get up and moving outside, my outlook will change. But everything hurts today. Ugh.
Tomorrow's going to be better -- it has to be.
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I'm sending you a bunch of positive thoughts and wishes! New beginnings often have a bumpy start, but I know things will get right soon.
Your previous post was right on. You have all you really need in the world, and a dishwasher wasn't on that list.
A few weeks ago my mom, my grandmother and I were talking about "what ifs"... what if the Great Depression happened again? If we moved our extended families and friends into shared spaces, if we had to let go of cars and computers for a while...I think we would all be okay. It would be hard, but we would have the ones we care about close to us and we'd survive just fine.
I'm sorry you are broken down today. I know you, so I know that repair is already happening and that you have the right parts to rebuild what's broken to be bigger and better than before! New and improved is just around the corner. You are in my thoughts.
You're absolutely right -- the both of yous. Thanks for the positive reinforcement. I needed the boost. You both ROCK.
I think Viveth makes a fascinating discussion point: What if the Great Depression happened again?
How would the Millenials deal?
I spent just two days without a working screen on my telefonino and couldn't take it - never knew if I had voicemail messages, or who was calling me, or how to call my friends. And I'm a Boomer, not even a Gen Y'er.
During the first Great Depression, my grandfather was a coach at a small university. He knew his ball players wouldn't be able to afford the expense of college, so he just housed several of them in his attic. True story. Each time he told my grandmother he was adding another mouth to feed, she'd just say, "well let's open another can of beans."
So what COULD we give up if we had to? Right now my son has been forced to give up his video games. But he has found ways to deal. He was worked on a puzzle - the old-fashioned way, on top of a card table - and he has built a car model. Then he turned his attention to building a hat rack for his ball caps. He clearly wants to keep his hands active.
Me? I'd go back to the typewriter days. Screw this laptop, anyway. Let's bring back the train. And the trolly. And bootleg liquor!
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