Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Monday, April 25, 2016
Question Of The Week, 4-25-16
"Who you gonna call?"
Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?
I immediately thought of my sister but then realized that wasn't
correct. It all depends on the cause of the bad day and who will
understand most. Could be my friend, my sister, my children....OR SLIM!!
I really hate the phone so I would be unlikely to call anyone
unless I needed specific help. I would put on some soothing music and
do some restorative yoga poses or I would meditate. That's a very
I call my sister (the younger one) who I am a little closer to,
in general. I was having a really bad work day last week and sent a
text to her, saying I needed grandchildren pics. And of course, there
were some. It definitely helped. And she followed up later to see if I
There was an incident, about 10 years ago - that
something very upsetting happened to me and I was driving home and meant
to call the younger sister, but called the older one instead. When I
started talking to her, I burst into tears (unusual for me) and she
cried with me. So I should not sell her short - she is there for me,
too - I just have to ask.
I am not one to share my troubles. I like to keep everything
perfect and would only talk to someone if it was really, really serious.
I honestly do not know if I could share a diagnosis of cancer until
some time had passed. Not my Blogmates are different. I dump on them
all the time.