A Tale Untold

Originally Posted Saturday, May 31, 2014

I was in the middle of a long entry this morning when Q called.  We talked for too long and now I haven't time to finish the entry.  Too bad.  I may never get back to it, and it was a good one.  I may be banned from the Arthritic Cafe after what happened last night, and I wanted to tell my tale.  But I am going to spinning class now.  That's right.  I can't run and I must lose weight, so its spinning for me.  What I wanted to figure out in the half-finished article, though, was why me?  Why am I always the one to get into arguments that escalate.  I'm sweet.  I'm smart.  It should never happen. 

But it does.  All the effing time. 

I swore I would never do it again.  I'm too old.  I'm too worn out.  But there is something not wired right in me, I know.  It is genetic.  I know that, too. 

However, that is a tale for another time, now.  So let me just report to you that I bought a Fuji Instax camera and film yesterday.  This one.  It was expensive and takes teeny-tiny little pictures on expensive instant film.  But it is hip and cool, and maybe I'll become so now that I have one.  We'll see.  You get one, too.  We'll share little bitty pictures.  I hope to do something creative with them. 

O.K.  I have to go put on my little skinny tights now.  That's what all the girls wear.  I don't want to stand out.