Friday Frustration…

The weekend is already here and I’m not prepared( loud wailing ). I have so much work to get done today its not funny. A weekend for me can never be enjoyed in its true spirit unless you start to get into the mood for some serious relaxing before the weekend actually starts. Okay, to put it simply, I don’t like working on Fridays or for that matter on any other day. I ask God (very dramatically) sometimes, ‘Why God? why wasn’t I born in the house of an oil-rich sheikh or the daughter of a fabulously wealthy rancher in Australia?’ After giving some thought to my own question, I came to the conclusion that God knows I would still have found some reason to whine and maybe said something like this, ‘Why God why wasn’t I born into a more intellectual family or into a more loving family no matter if it was mice-poor or something to that effect’. I am indeed a great one for complaining. I can do it loudly and under my breath, indirectly as a caustic comment or taunt and even when I’m sobbing uncontrollably between hiccups. I'm sure there is something deeply annoying about my whiny tone that get's on people's nerves. I do it purposely to annoy people. And, its not fair for me to work on Fridays or on any other day of the week. There I have already started feeling so much better, lighter in spirit and ballerina like in my movements. Enjoy your weekend you guys…

My 55 is here which I am linking to the g-man as usual…

Your love was silent, true and strong

Shown through your eyes not your words

Drenched me in warm sunshine

But left me shivering when it was gone.

Flowers in the month of May

Remind me of that one shared glorious day

My heart kept beating long after that

But its rhythm was melancholy and sad.