A brief YouTube Video about Monday Morning.
I started journaling when I was 10 years old. Maybe younger. I was always writing things down. Sharing everything on paper. Silly things like what I watched on TV. Who I had a crush on. What I ate for dinner. What we were doing on the farm. As I got older I would fill up my diaries. I started using notebooks. I would quickly fill them up.
So Why is it so hard for me to journal now?
I always do a 30 Days Thanksgiving Journal.
I found an old notebook. I was sad because I didn’t have a new one. I always have notebooks.
I found a pencil. I added the date and the title.
Then NOTHING Came.
Oh, I will do my I AM THANKFUL FOR MY BOBBY MEMORIES one. I will post about my family.
Yet, when I went to think of something positive I had nothing to write.
I already shared the first I Am Thankful Post here. Very Simple.
I couldn’t remember how to use WordPress. It’s been a year since I was on much at all.
A WHOLE YEAR.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling excited about the WEATHER. In Florida, I am seldom excited about it.
Long story short:
November 1st was our first FALL -LIKE DAY.
Not really cool but COOLER. ALL DAY.
It was still 74 degrees in the house.
It’s been 74 degrees the last week or so.
It felt cooler. I didn’t wake up all hot and sticky.
I walked outside and it was COOLER. In the mid 60’s.
I wanted to open ALL OF THE WINDOWS but I knew Danny would be on the cold side.
He has his little heater going all year in his computer room. SUMMERS included.
I was HAPPY.
I fixed a Chai Tea Latte for myself and fixed a Cappuccino for Danny.
Got his lunch ready and was waiting for him to walk into the kitchen shortly after 7AM.
Then ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
He turned on the kitchen light. Also turning on the fan.
He YELLED at me the next half hour until he left for work.
Yelling at me because the fan was on.
The fan is almost always on in the kitchen.
It is the hottest room in the house.
ALL DANNY HAD TO DO WAS TURN OFF THE FAN.
Or ASK ME TO DO IT.
He didn’t do any of those things.
He decided it was my fault he was cold.
That I purposely left the fan on.
I never thought of turning the fan off until he started yelling.
I turned it off as quickly as I could.
He still never stopped yelling at me.
It was bad.
His drinking has turned him into a different person whom NO ONE WANTS TO BE AROUND.