The Month From Hell

I hope September "comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb." I could use a little lamb right now. And maybe some mint jelly.

First thing this month, my daughter caught her husband with another woman. Twice. Even after he said he wanted to "work it out" and preserve their marriage. Uh-huh. The aftermath was a trip down to North Carolina to help her pack up her household goods and move them into a storage facility while she prepares to leave the state. What a nightmare.

Then, I went to Atlantic City for two Clay Aiken concerts. I was a tad stressed by the aforementioned unhappy situation and took my frustrations out on a hotel desk clerk. (She deserved it, by the way.) That got me thrown out of the hotel! I must look crazier than I thought I did, as three cop cars showed up to make sure I left the property. Not exactly a shining moment.

And now, today. Oh, today.... Today I got fired! After 30 years, it's going to seem odd not being associated with the place, but I think I can get used to it. It was sucking the life out of me.

I have another opportunity on the line, and if that doesn't pan out, I'm outa here. Who needs this rat race?

Strangely enough, I am NOT grumpy today. I'm actually pretty happy. We'll see how I feel in 60-90 days or so. In the meantime, I've got my work cut out for me getting this house ready to sell.

This could be a most interesting stage of my life.

Shut Up and Deal!

I am so proud of the correspondents who are challenging Jesse Jackson for "playing the race card" regarding aid to victims of Katrina. His comments are a slap in the face to the many thousands of people who are working tirelessly to help these people - some putting their lives at risk in the process. And then there are the millions who have donated money to the cause. Get a clue, Jesse. It's not always about race.