Oceanfront Property


My Dream Yard. Really.

Lately I have noticed that I am becoming a horrible “Negative Nancy”.  You know the type   I mean.  I’m turning into one of those people who can turn the littlest thing into a disaster, and a disaster into the end of the world.

I’m a grump.  A curmudgeon.  A pain in the ass.

Lately I have noticed that I complain about school way too much.  Like, instead of saying, “My goodness, these new Common Core Standards are certainly rigorous.”, I tend to say, “Who the F%!#@ came up with this sh%*$!?”   Sigh. It doesn’t help.

And I complain about my kids being grown up, even though I know that I am incredibly lucky to have three grown kids who are happy and healthy.  This past year has shown me all too clearly what a precious gift that really is.  But even though my brain knows how lucky I am, my heart feels heavy every day, knowing that my kids are grown and gone.  And so I sigh, and moan, and feel oh-s0-sorry for my poor old self.   Negative, negative, negative Nancy!

And I have noticed lately that I am really feeling pretty damn grim about the world in general!  I watch the news, and I think about all of the wars, and the violence and the cyber attacks and the terrorism and the plagues and the locusts and the…..   Well.   You can see where my mind has gone.  I’ve started to hoard essential items like batteries and propane and spaghetti.  Looking on the dark side for sure.

So when the East Coast experienced the rage and power of Super Storm Sandy last week, you can imagine what went through my mind!  Paul and I filled every available container with water (when the power goes out, so does the water pump. Ergo no water. Ergo no coffee.  Ergo no peace and quiet.)  We bought extra flashlights, and tuna and peanut butter and wine.  We braced for the worst.

Sandy spared us by taking a sharp turn inland before she got to New England, but we still got to experience some downed trees, street floods and flickering lights.  More significantly, for this Negative old Nancy, we got to watch endless coverage of every moment of the destruction that the storm brought to the beautiful beaches of New Jersey, Maryland and New York.  We got to obsess for hours about global warming and  whether or not its too late to do a single thing to alleviate it. We had two full days to wander around on-line, learning about rising sea levels and increasing storm surges.  Two days to ruminate about the end of life-as-we-know-it. Scary, scary, scary.

But I have decided to reject the negativity!  I will resist, I say!!  No more whining, moaning, complaining and wringing of hands. No sirree.  I am now 100% determined to look on the bright side of life no matter what.

So.

I am really, really excited to know that my dream is going to come true!  You see, now I know that my house (located roughly 50 miles from the nearest beach) will one day be super valuable and wicked awesome oceanfront property!! I can hardly wait!

How’s that for Suzy Sunshine?!

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13 thoughts on “Oceanfront Property

  1. That’s looking on the bright side, Moms. (I actually know someone who considered buying property about 50 miles away from the Hudson Bay until he realized he’d be dead before it became oceanfront property!

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  2. Around me, people did lose power and they are just getting it back. People with extra batteries, tuna fish and wine, definitely had an easier time during those cold days. Some folks waited in line for 1/2 an hour and more for coffee…….we were less stressed with our little propane camping stove and a french press.

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  3. “…grump. A curmudgeon. A pain in the ass.” Exactly how everyone describes me, and I revel in it! Don’t turn away; come to the dark side; join us…
    😀
    (but stay safe and happy…)

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