Fickle Friday

What a week.  Been under-the-weather for the most part.  Physically and emotionally.  Just how it goes.  My sister was in for 3 days but we just talked by phone in our usual snitches and snatches while Mom was in the bathroom or otherwise indisposed.  Was okay 'cause my throat was so sore I couldn't really talk.  Still, felt somewhat detached.  Just what I'm not in the mood for these days. . .


Best friend went to a James Taylor/Carole King concert last night that I would've loved to have gone go to, but it was about 2 hours away, in Pontiac.  She told me she and her husband went after they got home.  Said it was absolutely fantastic.  I'll bet.  (Would've been nice if they'd invited me along---even just for the ride!)


Then, there's the issue of my delightful Smilebox musical medley of the NY trip.  All 211 slides carefully edited and set to music with original captions on each pic.  I'd sent it to a number of friends, hoping they'd enjoy it and comment likewise.  Instead, I got back dribbles and drabbles of pure drivel.  One liners like "This is fun."  Or, "now I've seen more of NY than when I wen there."  Nice but, c'mon. . . .when someone puts over 2 weeks of hard labor into a whimsical musical production, I think more than throw-away one-liners are in order, don't you?


Am I overly-sensitive or what?  Do I expect more from humans than they rightly (or wrongly) are able to give?  Am I just lonely?  Like all the time?  Makes one wonder. . .


And then, to cap off the week of slights. . . I was supposed to be interviewed for a short TV news segment yesterday.  It was about my call for action on a laptop that went black on me less than 2 years after I'd bought it for $1100.  Yeah.  So the reporter was supposed to come to my house and interview me on my deck.  I spent the better part of 3 days planting annuals, sweeping porches and paths, cleaning the whole house (in case it rained and we had to come in) and getting myself gussied up and ready for my 15 seconds of fame.


All to no avial.  For, he called minutes before he was due here, to say his video crew had been sent on another assignment and siad he'd get back in touch next week sometime.  That's show biz! 


Such is life this week.  Time to go to garage sales.  Hope there's a pot-o-gold at the end of some rainbow!

BEST THING THAT HAPPENED ALL WEEK:
THIS PHOTO OF HONEY