Ms. CRANKY'S HAT, well, one of them

Ms. CRANKY'S HAT, well, one of them

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

IT’S HARD TO BE CRANKY WHEN REMEMBRANCE OF SADNESS IS SO IN YOUR BONES


 

Ms. CRANKY knows she’s supposed to be cranky and complain and be wacky and off-balance, which she is sometimes good at doing but on the anniversary of September 11, 2001, it’s hard to be one’s old self.  So, forgive Ms. Cranky if she, with so many other Americans, remembers. 

The day was incredibly beautiful, ‘incredibly’ --- balmy, not too hot, not too cool, just wonderfully dry and lightly breezy.  The skies were bright blue with, as Ms. Cranky, remembers, not a cloud, or, if so but, a few wisps.  Cranky was, thankfully, working uptown for a few weeks.  Usually she worked downtown at the World Financial Center --- right across from the World Trade Center. 

Cranky had voted early before heading for work so she wouldn’t have to worry about getting to the polls on time after work.  It was a Mayoral election and people really came out.  When Cranky got to the subway station that day, the endless politicians with leaflets accosted her once again and she just laughed and said --- “No more, it’s over, my vote is in --- goodbye.”  Little did she know then that she’d have to vote all over again.

Since the horror that happened shortly after she arrived at her desk at her temp job uptown, Ms. Cranky gets a little superstitious when a day is so beautiful, she thinks a lot of people do --- like, we remember and think ----“ Don’t enjoy it too much, it could turn to great tragedy in seconds.”

But, Cranky thinks maybe she should try and get over that superstition.  Maybe it’s finally time, 12 years later to look at a beautiful day as a beautiful day --- a symbol of hope and newness instead of violence, death and tragedy.  Maybe she should think lovingly again of a balmy day, a pure blue sky, sun and lightness in the air as possibility, newness, life, oh, life --- the most fabulous of gifts.

Thanks for stopping by.  Take care of your good selves.  Ms. Cranky

Ms. CRANKY SENDS HER CONDOLENCES TO ALL STILL HURTING SO FROM THE LOSS OF THAT DAY AND WISHES SHE COULD HUG EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU IN PERSON, WHICH SHE NOW DOES OVER THE AIR.

 

September 10, 2013

 

Happy Birthday, Trevor. 

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

MS. CRANKY AND THE RAGE OF TV NAMES --- HAVE WE GONE TOO FAR?


 

 
Ms. Cranky has noticed a strange and possibly scary new trend, but, then everyone knows, Ms. Cranky is trendy beyond measure --- just look at her unmatched socks and cool ones at that.

But, this is a TV series trend that makes Ms. Cranky say --- “no wonder the world is in a miserable place” --- look what we’re watching? --- first there was REVENGE, then, DECEPTION, now new ones are popping up all over the place ---- lately promos for the upcoming BETRAYAL, so warm and fuzzy-sounding, and some others they keep pushing before Ms. Cranky can get to her beloved ‘mute’ button, what a great invention --- hooray for the mute button!

What does this say about our society, what does this say about how people view one another, what does this say about war????  Revenge, deception and now betrayal --- it’s sounding worse than the mayoral election!!!  What does this say about us???  And, why are we adding more and more shows with these names?  Aren’t the reality shows bad enough???

Ms. Cranky has some names to add for those producers always wanting to give us better and better TV, please just put the check in the mail --- how about dejection, rejection, discombobulated?  How ‘bout deplorable, unconscionable, innuendo (cranky actually likes that one) or implication or what a wild thought --- how about, decency, honesty, integrity, or just plain old affability.  I know, I know, Cranky is about to sound like a Mayoral candidate but, believe me, she is not and does not want to be.  Noooo way.

 

Ms. Cranky thanks you as always for stopping by.  It’s a pleasure to be read, it would be even better to hear from you, nice things best but,….

Have a wonderful after-Labor Day life.  Ms. Cranky rues the closing of her beloved city outdoor pools and vows to go to the indoor ones (okay, okay) even in the cold and rain, okay, okay, she vows.