WyzWmn's World©

I’m a sucker for schmaltz
as much as I try
to believe that I’m not

I’m still a sucker
for movies with “happily ever after”

and I’ve just finished watching one
so I’ve got that goofy grin on my face
that comes from watching schmaltz

it’s been a cruddy day….

first off it’s the end of an era
the $100.00 car is no more
my buddy Barney hauled the old bitch
off to the scrapper today
*sigh*

I know it was necessary
and will likely mark
a new beginning for me
but I was sad to go out there
and see the old girl
gone

I didn’t go to work today
I have an eye infection
likely precipitated by
road goo from getting
caught in the grand daddy of all
thunder and lightening storms
on the weekend

when ya got a crappy eye
yer nose runs
and yer head pounds…

ya can’t read
ya can’t watch tv
and ya can’t write

it’s boring
and it gives you way too much time
to think

thinking is all good
as long as yer in yer happy place
but not so much
if ya ain’t….

today I spent a great deal of time
thinking about how “infirm” I’ve become
and how
in spite of the dr
I’m gonna find a way to become less so

so to that end
I changed two tri-lite sockets today
and started mucking out my file cabinet

no large feat for most
but large for someone who’s sat on the couch
for ever n ever
courtesy of the dad blasted dr

(note to self re changing light sockets:
them little things that say “press here”
to allow you to simply separate the 2 parts….
not so much
you need hand strength
to do that….
so I got up close and personal
with a pair of channel locks
and pulled them apart anyway)

all of which caused me to have a talk
with my friend B
who is also a victim of his injuries
about not succumbing
about not giving in or giving up
about fighting our age
and our health
tooth and nail
about quantity
vs
quality
of life

cos living next door
to the VOD for almost
10 years
has taught me well
what will happen
if we give up

don’t give up
try
if ya fall on yer ass
get up and try again

don’t give up

I’m stressed and overtired
and resenting people
that affect my life
from lofty heights

I have “control issues” apparently
and in spite of the medication
I can’t sleep….here’s the story….

I live in an apartment building
I’ve been here 8 years
they do little or no maintenance on the building
but it’s cheap – about half the price of apartments now
so what you win in the apples you lose in the oranges
er…however that saying goes….

I have a car in the parking lot
and most times my trike
(but the trike is currently on vacation without me
that’s a story for another day)

I go away for the weekend and I get home today – exhausted to some mail – apparently mailed on the 20th…from the arse picks that “manage” this building
it reads:

“Line Painting will be on site Wednesday, June 27 between the hours of 9AM and 4 PM to complete the painting of parking lines in the parking lot. All vehicles must be removed during the day – any vehicles not removed will be towed at the owner’s expense. We apologize for the inconvenience and thank you in advance for your patience and co-operation.”

about 3 weeks ago we got a message from them same boobs about removing vehicles that were not currently plated…so I called the building manager and discussed the fact that the $100.00 is off the road cos the VOD hasn’t been driving and there was no sense paying insurance etc on a car that wouldn’t be moving till after her surgery on the 20th….

at that time the building manager told me that it “was all good” cos they were just trying to get rid of the crap that people had stored in the parking lot (there’s one guy that’s got 6 beaters in the lot) So I didn’t have to worry about my car not being mobile just yet.

The $100.00 car needs an alternator and a battery. I can’t for the frickin life of me decide if I should scramble to try to get it fixed or simply haul all that crap into my apartment and stack it in the living room – cos there sure as hell ain’t no other place for it….or get someone over to put an alternator into it and see if it will run???

is it better for me and my piss poor financial situation to attempt to repair the old car and keep it on the road for one more year…and…if I do – who’s to say that the damn thing will run anyway? maybe it’s just good money after bad?

Anyway….now I’ve got 2 days to find someone to fix it – or empty it out and have someone tow it to the scrapper….

in the meantime – I can’t sleep cos I resent having some prick that can’t change the washers in my kitchen sink taps properly lie to me about the car being ok – and forcing me into making a decision that I can’t deal with just at this moment….

I don’t know who’s dumber – me for being stressed and unable to make a decision or the property manager for being an arse?