Yes some days are better than others and yesterday was definitely not one of those days.

The day started out just fine . a morning walk with friends and then breakfast with a younger cousin. After that it was downhill.

I went for a badly needed manicure. I got yelled at. There was one patron having polish put on her nails. I was told to take the chair next to hers . The problem was her large purse was on that chair. I didn’t think it was politically or ethically correct to sit on her purse and besides it might have hurt my delicate derriere so I asked her if it would be okay if I moved her purse. Her very loud  response, “ABSOLUTELY  NOT,  DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY PURSE. “ I was in shock and didn’t know if I should laugh or cry . I did neither but just glared at her .She then sweetly asked the manager of the salon to please move her purse.

I came home and inquired about two friends who recently had surgery. Hopefully they will both make complete and speedy recoveries. However I was devestated to learn of the passing of a dear friend and neighbour, after a courageous but relatively short battle with ALS.

I also learned that due to miscommunication with a friend, she had purchased a ticket for me to see the production of “Kinky Boots” for the only evening  in August that I had an important prior commitment. Apparently the tickets are non refundable or exchangeable. It is something I will have to work out.

To add insult to misery my air conditioning unit  wasn’t working and the hottest muggiest most polluted days of the season are forcast for the week.  The superintendent from the building came to take a look. He removed the front panel and told me my air conditioner was frozen. Sure enough there was tremendous ice buildup on the inside. I have defrosted fridges and freezers before but never an air conditioner. The super told me to phone the service contractor. He also told me that it was going to cost me mega bucks and that the warranty had  run out  last year. The repair men arrived early today and they have been working for four hours with an estimated few more hours to go. Apparently there is a leak in the coil. They are confident it can  be repaired by injecting the coil with a fairly new water proof substance. I guess that is better than having to replace the whole machine.

I can’t say that tomorrow{ Sunday} will be a better day. Tomorrow is the funeral for my friend may she rest in peace– but hopefully Monday will be a big improvement.We must carry on and count our blessings.

About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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  1. I’m sorry to hear about your friend, Elaine. (hugs)


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