FullaBella's Journal, 28 October 2014

There are days when I believe the phrase ‘in a nutshell’ was created specifically for me. Yesterday was one of them. I can only conclude bragging about my title ‘Reigning Queen of Rationalizations’ prompted Karma to put me to the test.

Youngest grandson’s ‘Band fundraiser spaghetti dinner & bake sale at the Elk Lodge last night. I’d purchased 2 tickets (purchased because that’s what Nana’s do, two because I thought surely I’ll have a friend take me up on a free ticket) but a week of inviting and no takers. Strike one.

B’s family all had tickets but did they say ‘hey, let’s all go at X-time so we can dine together?’ No. I guess I’m only part of the family when I’m cooking here or picking up the entire tab for crap; making me seriously consider cancelling Christmas in Hot Springs. Strike Two. I am seriously aggravated by this crap.

Being alone in a crowd of people pushing and shoving in line as if they had never seen spaghetti nor ever thought they would ever eat again. Strike Three.

But the game wasn’t over. It was a double header.

Decided to chuck my tickets (couldn’t even give them away to strangers in the parking! no takers!) and get the heck out of the mayhem but my car made an illegal right turn into a Church’s Chicken. I thought I’d keep the damage to a minimum with chicken tenders. Strike One.

Yoga finally returned my phone call just as I was returning home. At a time when I couldn’t manage any words that didn’t start with the letter F.



Strike two for her and to save myself the need for apologies I let her go to voicemail.

Settled down to relax and share the tenders with Mushy but B’s dogs start barking next door… sending me into a rage again. Or just fanning the embers of one that hadn’t died out. Strike three.

Game saver? Mushy and I hopped on the bike and rode for an hour. We’d probably have ridden longer if not for nightfall. A trip to the E.R. would have started the game all over. We just enjoyed the fall evening, saw a couple of people we knew, and breezed around without a care in the world. I felt the knot in my stomach finally release.



Returning home I soaked in the tub and talked out loud to Cutty. More like sang to him. It was my version of an opera.. the “me, me, me” of it.

Eventually I felt the stress and anger go down the drain with the bathwater and went to bed but the RLS kicked in along with a charming little side effect that felt like I was being smacked on the leg with an electric cattle prod.

A muscle relaxer, pain pill, and 2 fun size Three Musketeer candys gave me four decent hours of sleep. A new day of the World Series of Bella began at 3am. I am going to the local Senior Expo this morning - time to stock up on memo pads and moisturizers. I’m also expecting a shipment today that I need to take delivery. After that I may call in sick to myself and close the shop for the day.

No predicting.



Bells