Ugh

This has been one of those weeks. You know, the kind of week you just want over. My neighbors have been distinctly unhelpful and unresponsive about getting their 500 tons of trees cleared out of my yard. The tree service that was supposed to show up this morning to clean it up hasn't shown up. It looks like I'm going to have to take my neighbors to court to get this paid for, if I can ever arrange to have the work done. I've been unable to sell my old house, and my tenant called to say she's leaving, giving me not the 60 days notice required of her lease but instead giving me 14 days. My business' buyer was to have signed the contract this week, but hasn't signed and isn't calling me back. I may as well just declare bankruptcy, leave the country, and be done with it.

Then we have the "glass is half full" contingent. Last weekend, thousands of people attended a "Life is Good" festival in Boston. Apparently such festivals are held around the country. I'm not sure what's involved in the festivals beyond a bunch of people wearing Life is Good t-shirts and hanging out together, smiling. I honestly don't care how relaxed that smiley-faced stick figure and his dog look in the cartoon drawings that emblazon this company's paraphernalia, life really isn't good right now. It's a fortune to fill up my tank, and in a few months heating bills will start again. Food has become expensive. Investments aren't doing well. Unless you want to wear a paper hat and scoop french fries, you're out of luck if you're unemployed. Sure, I love my dog, sunsets are pretty, the beach is fun, whatever. Life is still randomly cruel.

I know, this will all pass. If my mother were here she'd say, "You just got up on the wrong side of the bed," as if exiting the bed to the left rather than to the right really effected anything. But sure, maybe tomorrow I'll get up on the correct side of the bed, throw on a smiley-face t-shirt and run around saying, "Have a nice day!" and really mean it. For now, it's nine in the morning, and I'm already counting the minutes until happy hour.