I Would Love to Go to Your Grandson's Viola Recital Today, But With This Bad Air, I Can't
An ill wind brings so many reasons to cancel.
My throat is scratchy this morning because of this bad air.
I should vacuum the house, but that would just be stirring up the bad air.
I need to go to the hardware store and find that thing to fix the shower head drip, but it would be foolhardy to go outside with that bad air.
I am sick about missing your pottery exhibition tonight, but you know, bad air.
I need to pay my estimated taxes, but this bad air has gotten into my computer and messed up everything.
It’s not you, it’s me — I’m just so over-sensitive to everything with this bad air.
It’s awful to think I won’t be there for your vows renewal in Cleveland — you know how much I love them — but with all these airline cancellations, it would be foolish to think I could attend. It’s ruining everything isn’t it, this bad air?
You’re right, it was rude of me to decline the invitation to your eight-year-old granddaughter’s featured role as third fish on the left in “Little Mermaid” with a text saying, “Won’t happen.” But this bad air has gotten to my brain and honestly, I don’t know who I am anymore.
Your manuscript about how dogs are better than people, especially your late cockapoo, Shatzie, who was more attuned to your moods than any therapist and even now sends you messages from the toll booth at the far end of the rainbow bridge – I’ve been dying to get to it, but your stories about Shatzie always make me weep and with all the irritation to my respiratory system from this bad air, I really must wait.
I Would Love to Go to Your Grandson's Viola Recital Today, But With This Bad Air, I Can't
I agree with D'Arcy Fallon -- "You had me with Schatzie and the toll booth at the end of the rainbow bridge." Simply perfect! Thanks!
Dogs really are better than people.