Ms.CRANKY is a nice enough person who gets upset when people are thoughtless. That's what she writes about. Ms.CRANKY feels that it's real easy to have the world humming along kindly and even (dare she say) sweetly. You just have to use common sense and say --- "Would I want someone to swing a long pointy umbrella in my face"?
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
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.
for stopping by.Take care of your good
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.
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.
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,….
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.