
The phrase up shit creek without a paddle. One of those phrases I’ve heard throughout my lifetime, but not one I liked or wanted to use until this week. While my mother is still improving and recovering, my husband now has vertigo and while I don’t need a paddle for the creek, I am about ready to swat any irritating topic that comes my way with my paddle. I’m one that usually remains calm in a crisis, but so far this week I’m boycotting Costco, Amazon, a favorite Chinese restaurant, a favorite bakery, artificial intelligence technology, the news, the creation of the Barbenheimer craze over two movies that should not have been intertwined, people that enjoy tropical humidity and storms, pickleball, shadow boxing in the strip mall parking lot instead of the gym, electric company surges that blow up electronics, the Lionel Messi bandwagon, people that walk in the dark without reflective clothing, the thunder gods torturing Harper…

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