Almost slewed the Dragon…

No, I'm not speaking in ye olden days. The Dragon, I speak of is the one to help me write this blog without using the keyboard. Sadly, we have had an issue with my speech patterns apparently or else it is not unlike the spell check and grammar check for this word program. It doesn't seem to have the capability of determining words that sound alike and mean different things or other anomalies in our language, called English. My frustration has come forth when I reread a post that I thought I edited and it still has several mistakes. It makes me feel the tedium in my trying to make things more palatable and not so darn hard. I had a terrible sleeping night last night; my neck my back and shoulders kept me up most of the night. And then I realized with my head also in odd pain with pressure in my skull pushing hard down; I thought to myself, AHA! For days I have been able to minimize the use of my soft cervical collar, since it doesn't make the right fashion statement that I try to project on our outings. All kidding aside, my aha moment was that perhaps I should wear it to help while I was sleeping. Now I don't know if it was responsible for me finally getting some sleep, but alas I did. It wasn't sound sleep, and never really is, for if it isn't pain I must have several bathroom visits during the nighttime hours due mostly to many of my medications telling me to drink plenty of fluids; how can I ever win this battle? Ironic, frustrating, and yet, oddly enough Dragon is trying its darndest to behave tonight, ha! Behaving makes it hardly worth complaining about; isn't that always the way; just when you think things are going badly they get better, ha, and that would be wonderful if it really was that way? Although, doesn't it seem like the pundits and the candidates have been playing this game of blame and complain and things have been quietly getting better all on their own…? Or maybe, the pres, that finally all his hard work is paying off? Perhaps, our patience was challenged and we flunked. Sure things are taking their time and it took a long time to get in this mess. Where did I hear that before? Did you ever feel like a parrot? I spoke too fast about Dragon, ever since I gave it all that high praise it has been screwing me over again. It slows the process of me writing all of this down when I have to continually manually change things. Oh sure, they have corrections and spelling installed in the program. I know it needs fine tuning and for some reason until I get ready to write this blog I don't remember that I need to do it. Sure procrastination is something I'm not proud of considering I was totally different when I was in the work force, but I am a retired bum these days. And so, if I do not resolve the tweaking as expeditiously as I should than I suppose I have no right to complain and I should be the one taking the blame. So many things in life are not that dissimilar to our in-home personal situations, is this not true? We have so many responsibilities, as our significant other/spouses, or our children, our extended families, business associates etc. and so when we neglect one to care more for another than we have priorities as well we should. Government agencies are not unlike our microcosms of our lives… And when we expect them to run more easily than our own immediate lives are we not expecting too much from complete strangers? Yes, it is true that we sort of hired these strangers to do our bidding for us, but do we know them any better than our own families; of course not! Then why do we expect them to do what we hope they will do just because, just because… Now I ask you, does this sound logical to you? I know we feel that we hire the ones that have integrity and blah, blah, blah, blah… But more times than not they prove to us that we goofed. I'm not saying that everyone we vote in is a Goofus, but not all are Gallants either and of course if any of us know anything about them, thank a teacher. The other thing that annoys the heck out of me is all those people out there that feel you have to make a million bucks to be happy. Whatever happened to being happy because you enjoy your life and the people in it and whatever else it takes to be happy; other than moola? I don't want to leave you on a sour note, so I just want to say that most days when things are quiet and without any severe pain dulling my sense of priorities other than the pain itself; I am a pretty happy gal. And being fat, dumb and happy is what it's cracked up to be… I must admit. On those words to live by, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?