The world circa 2015 is going to worse than hell in a hand basket. Try nowhere in a rocket. Even Superman, faster than a speeding bullet, can’t save us.
Every day I wake up to more bad stuff – both in the wider world and personally.
The worst part may be that 90 to 95 per cent I didn’t cause.
Consider the following:
Worldwide: the weather – there is not a place in the world that is safe from extreme weather. Those who follow my blog posts here know who I blame for this (Hint: “dog” spelled backwards). Even waking up to the sun shining doesn’t provide much hope. Think skin cancer, windburn to evergreens, etc.
Worldwide: terrorism, financial debt, unemployment, overuse of too much technology, rudeness as the norm, etc.
Personal: problems with utility companies (don’t get me going here), computer problems, house and yard damage (much due to weather) and resulting financial problems and health problems, time management problems (some of the latter is my fault), etc.
I think you get the picture and it isn’t pretty.
The only solution seems to be to get away from it all – but where to go – a one-way ticket to outer space?
So I “hide” deeper in my writing. But excuse me – first I have to finish going through all the year-end bookkeeping for my business and do the tax stuff. No doubt to get “robbed” by the CRA – more money I don’t have much of to be forked out.
I am polishing up my tin can – a big tin can.
Lottery tickets don’t work for me.
Sharon A. Crawford
Only Child Writes