Anne N. Mouse: Blog

What happens to dreams that have died? Sometimes they hang around like rotting corpses corrupting your life.... Other times they become shambling zombies, half alive things haunting you with your failures.

Really to me it doesn't matter much which describes dead dreams, for as far as I can tell I've murdered my dreams with malice aforethought.

All that remains is a slow descent into hell, and that's because I'm a coward who fears not succeeding in a clean end. But hell is all I can see from the charnal house of dead dreams.

I think that is a question I don't ask myself often enough. I hope that you take time today to consider that question in your life.

I've often been guilty of not being thankful for a great number of things in my life, from my health to having work. I'm still not running a budget, so I'm having trouble cash flowing the various needs in my life... GRRR! I'm doing somewhat better on that issue.

Of course I'm concerned with the various conflicts underway in the world 😞, still personally I believe that this year I have a great deal to be thankful for. I hope you do too.

I hate buying by 'mail' or the Internet if you insist. Because (especially with shoes) I always seem to get the wrong size, even if I order the size I'm wearing....
Then I have to go through the process of returning the product and hopefully getting the right size...
I was in a store the other day and they didn't have my size of shoes, they offered to have them shipped to me. But honestly unless I try on the shoes I desperately hate to buy on what at times seems like a barely educated guess.

All this because I do have a pair of shoes bought through Grainger that I do need to return....

So Friday, the 28th I got a heavy dose of fiberglass dust where I work. That would not be such a problem except I'm still feeling like my throat had ten million razor blades in it, and I'm coughing like a pack a day smoker....😧

It's also a problem for me in that I don't want to add more dust to my environment, yet I hadn't entirely won my war against the bedbugs. 😬

Since I'm using diatomaceous earth as my bedbug removal method I tend to have residual dust in my bed. But I'm a bit wary of that while I'm still coughing up fiberglass...😠

Other than that I hope that sometime soon I'll have enough money put together to pick up an upper plate for my mouth. I'm missing so many teeth that a partial at least would be helpful. 🙂

I'm hoping to get back to writing soon, but I'm driving 100 miles a day for work, or approximately an hour each way, if the weather isn't bad...😯

All of which is a long way to say, don't expect any new stories from me, anytime soon.😔

Again. At least it's the weekend. I'm thinking about writing, but so far this (what I'm doing now) is as far as I've gotten with that.😔

I have ideas in my mind, but what seems to pop when I think about it, feels flat when I write it out.😑

Maybe I'm super critical of my own writing... And no I'm not fishing for a compliment. If you honestly like my writing, I'm glad I've entertained you.😁

I've been working for a new company and in my opinion I'm not doing at all well. I'm pretty sure I'm going to barely last out the 90 day evaluation before they tell me that I don't fit. 😔

Not that I'll be surprised. Unless they lose their minds and actually hire me.😯

That would be a very pleasant surprise.