Wednesday, 30 May 2012 08:21
I have been writing in newspapers for a long time and the first thing I always did was try to get my facts straight above all else and even have witnesses if I could. I never typed anything about anybody off the top of my head no matter how wrong I thought they were or how stupid I thought a politician was. Give them the benefit of the doubt. My facts were right, I just didn’t take the time to say them in a professional manner, nor did I want to.
I wrote it in a fit of rage after having been insulted on the phone once more that day, which was compounded with some ugly emails I had been getting for days. I couldn’t stay at home so I went to the park and sat on a bench. My Sister came by and invited me to go to lunch with her in another town. I did. When she returned me to my car I still didn’t want to come home to my big empty house in the mood I was in, so I walked awhile and decided to go to Skyline and attend their FOCUS group, similar to our CR. After talking with some Christian women in a small group I felt pretty good as I drove back down the mountain. Got home, phone rang, more of the same. When I hung up I was in a rage and I sat down and took it out on my poor keyboard as I beat it half to death, hit “send” and hence the tacky, mad, revengeful column. I apologize to my readers for that. That was below me. I usually just think it instead of saying it.
Once more I had to say, “’Sorry, Lord, got something I gotta do. Get right back to you.” But what do I know. I’m just a crabby old woman on her last leg anyway!!!
(You think so?)!