Thinking of grievances
I'm tired of being taken advantage of.
Turns out somebody stole the pump from our pool. It was there, then it was gone. It's not a little piece of machinery, it is pretty heavy and we need it for our swimming pool...the only thing we have to relieve us in summer. Well, I don't use it, but everybody else does.
Then I got to thinking of the things that have been taken from our family. Karyn had an entire stack of Scholastic books stolen from her desk in third grade. Nobody did anything about it.
In the Army, I had a rain head-covering stolen from me. Called a havelock, I think. I don't remember much because I had it and then I didn't. I got shit for not having it, but somebody else enjoyed it.
So many things have been taken from us.
My good platter that had brownies for the singers. Gone.
And then, there is the "you can donate this, Mrs. Peterson, because you don't work." I was a working writer and editor and my time didn't matter to anyone. I was a Girl Scout leader and home room mother and still got asked to make stuff and be in the classroom and library AND work in the house and work on my stories that did get published.
No, I had to make sandwiches for the First Communion group while the other mothers got to bring in a bottle of soda.
Well, this is the ONE TIME I actually did something about my valuable time: I made finger sandwiches, all right. Sardine, cream cheese and a dash of hot sauce. They were pretty. Quite lovely. Inedible, to be sure, but I made them.
I'm angry today. I dislike being taken advantage of. I dislike people stealing from me. I forgot about the back up device from our first van...taken from our driveway. Yeah, that was costly!
My grandmother used to curse people who took from her. She once wished the woman who stole a ring from her...that her finger would get cancer and fall off. Yeah, it runs in the family. My mother was prone to denouncing folks who wronged her, too.
I don't wish things like that. Curses have a nasty habit of coming back on you.