When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, “I used everything you gave me.” ~Erma Bombeck
Well it’s Monday again and now that I am ‘retired’ it is just like any other day.
Mondays have been blamed for many things including comparatively minor things like absenteeism and major things like a school shooting.
The song “I don’t like Mondays” was written by Bob Geldorf and became a number one hit in the UK for the Boomtown Rats. Geldorf has said that he wrote the song after reading a report about 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer, On 29 January 1979 Spencer opened fire from her house across the street at children playing in a school playground at Grover Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California. She killed the headmaster and the custodian and injured eight children and one police officer. Spencer showed no remorse for her crime and her full explanation for her actions was “I don’t like Mondays. This livens up the day.”
I have never been pushed to act in this way even on the occasions when Monday and another working week loomed. I admit to having occasionally considered a Monday morning “sickie” but quickly dismissed this because as we all know this is the first hint of problem drinking or drug taking.
What else is lurking in this brain on this Monday?
We all hate SPAM but what I hate as much is finding comments made by regular readers and commenters sitting in my Spam folder. And I really hate that comments I make end up in someone else’s spam folder.
I spent one whole day last week playing catch up – reading and commenting on your blogs and felt very pleased with myself until none of my comments would appear on your blogs. Perhaps because I made so many comments Akismet thought I was a spammer. May I ask you to please open your spam box to see if my non-spam comments are lurking there.
Recently Elizabeth at Mirth and Motivation wrote about this and it is clear that I am not the only one to suffer this way. I have written to both Akismet and WordPress as Elizabeth suggests and am awaiting an answer. In the meantime, I do hope that you will check your spam box.
Today the sun shone but it was more like an autumn day than a late summer day. So after working with my Real Estate Agent friend, we went off for lunch and each had a steaming bowl of French Onion Soup at a local French bakery/cafe.
It was exactly what was needed after a busy morning and certainly set me up for the follow up things I had to do in the afternoon.
Then a call from my daughter found me having a cup of coffee at a coffee shop near her office. She is so busy that I usually have to make an appointment to see her but today she had time and so did I. As an added bonus I got to see my two youngest grandchildren, 14 and 12 years old, known by and to their Granma as Darling No 3 and Darling No 4.
Earlier my daughter had told me about her youngest son. He had been badly behaved yesterday and she had set him a task to clean the inside of the car in retribution. He didn’t do this and so she took away his mobile phone and told me that he was grounded until his 15th birthday.
It was such a funny tale and improved with her telling of it. His final riposte was that he was reporting her to the police and she would end up in court for stealing his phone. Apparently he had bought the phone and so in his mind, she couldn’t take it from him. I laughed so much as she told me the story that the tears ran down my cheeks and I arrived at my friend’s house to work with mascara runs down my face. What a good look for a Monday!
So nothing really changes. I remember the same kind of discussion and penalty (not of course a mobile phone but some other thing necessary to his well-being) when my son was that age. Children continue to back themselves into a corner that they can’t get out of and it’s only as they grow a little older that they see what they are doing.
So another Monday comes to a close. And tomorrow we start all over again.