I don’t know if this year is just wearing on me or I am turning into a cranky old lady.

I am happier when I am not kvetching about other people.  I have a co-worker who is clearly unhappy with life and as of late I have let that get to me….or perhaps with the rest of the world getting to me I have focused on this because it is right in my face several days a week.

I noticed myself complaining about it this last weekend.  So yesterday and today while doing laundry, changing bedding, cooking, cleaning and running errands I did a lot of thinking.  I don’t want to become what is annoying me.  The constant complaining, cattiness, judgementalness and basic unhappiness.

I prefer to be happy, to be optimistic, to basically be a pleasant person.  Yes the U.S. is a mess right now and I will still continue to write my senator and congresswoman.  I will continue to use my white privilege for good where I can.  I will also look for the good side of things and do my best to not fall prey to the kvetching.



This is the new warning we worked up.  “OFA” to tell each other when we are starting to sound like, well an Old Fart.

This last weekend we went for fabulous massages early on Saturday morning.  Mine was spectacular in fact.  Essential Oils, Hot Stones, Serious deep tissue.  I had a particular catch in my right shoulder neck area.  She worked on that area and then moved on to the left side.  She hung my arm straight down and applied constant pressure in one spot opposite where the issue was.  She held the pressure for what seemed like forever but was probably only 45 seconds to a minute.  The other side went “thwaunk” and it released!

Anyway all of that to say we then went to a nice lunch and then to a tour of Sam Maloof property/house/museum.  We were in pretty good moods and I was still high from my massage.  At the beginning of the tour there was a sweet docent who started us off.  There was also a plane going over and it was hard to hear her at first.  That’s when this Old Fart barked at her, seriously.  She barked “Can you speak louder, like PROJECT”  It was jarring and the docent was tossed right out of her train of thought.  You could tell she was thrown for quite a bit of the tour. There are just better ways to go about it.  To have said “let me move closer I am having trouble hearing you” would have let the docent know she wasn’t being heard and let her know that what she had to say was of interest.

This woman’s energy was just not pleasant and in direct contrast to my high and mood so I just kept trying to stay on the other side of the rooms from her.

Lori and I talked about it later, we both had tried to steer clear so her energy wouldn’t rub off on us.  We didn’t talk about it there of course but later on our drive home.  Both agreeing that we do not ever want to become that way and we came up with our “Old Fart Alert” for when one of us is sounding negative and cranky.

So I gave myself an OFA today at the gym.  Its just none of my business if someone decides to express themselves by showing their ass to the world.  Rock on guy with the short shorts!  Just let me work out on the other side of the gym as you fall out of your costume.