Barbara J. Hamby

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Slow Day

Since I’m still feeling pretty lousy and thus think I may be contagious, I skipped writing class today. I hated to do that because I already missed two classes while we were gone. I’d feel better about it if I’d actually done some writing at home, but I didn’t. I took two naps, ate small meals and did very little else.

I watched television. I sat in amazement as Dr. Phil gave advice to a woman who has been supporting a mooching fiance’ for more than two years. Are there any depths to which participants will not sink to air their foibles to the world? I sincerely hope people of other countries don’t judge us by shows such as these and/or our soap operas.

On the other hand, when I don’t push the off button on the remote, am I any better than they? I could use the excuse that these sorry souls give me ideas for writing, but that’s really lame. Truth is so much less believable than fiction.

We had a phone call this afternoon advising us of a meeting tomorrow afternoon at the park clubhouse to say goodbye to our managers and greet their replacements. This was a bit of a shock. Perhaps if we hadn’t been out of town, we’d know what was going on. Perhaps not. I’ll have to try to make it to the meeting to be enlightened.

Since no figure skating seems to be scheduled in the Olympics coverage tonight, I guess I’ll return to writing and ignore the boob tube.