Catfish

 Most of us have heard the expression "catfish" or to be "catfished". It started off as an online dating expression, when the person you were talking to was not who they really are. It was who you believed they were and when the reality was exposed, it usually brought heartache. The true meaning of a catfish and what it does is a bit different. When flounder or cod fish are caught in the ocean and put in the holding tanks, they tend to be still and not move around. By being still their meat becomes mushy and when they arrive at their destination they are barely able to be sold. If you throw a catfish into the holding tank it provokes the fish to swim around to get away from it and thus keeps their meat firm for sale. President Trump is a catfish. For four years he has had people (Democrats) swim around, being on their guard and keeping their minds sharp. They never stood still. There was always plotting and planning and a bit of scheming. They never rested and got lazy. If you take the catfish out of the tank, the laziness will return. The world will stop moving and sit there and get mushy again. There will be no exciting action. The media will have no stories to tell. Biden will be like a piece of coral. While it looks good, there is a debate as to whether or not is it actually alive. Every once and a while it moves and we are in awe. Then it goes back to rest on a log.

I Want a Me

 Sometimes I wish I had a me. Someone I could turn to, to do all of my thinking. I have my sister, who is the best support anyone could ever ask for, but if I had her do all of my thinking, it would be overwhelming. I need to find an alternate me. The other day I was talking to my brother in law and he mentioned an old movie titled, "Desperately Seeking Susan". It was a Madonna movie. After looking at that title a few times, I realized that I am desperately seeking Susan. It has worked for everyone else, so why not for me.

On Call

 I am on call 24 hours a day.Maybe that is why I do not sleep well. My brain has not learned the fine art of turning itself off. When the day is done, my brain decides to figure out the next day, just to be one step ahead of the game. Buying a house comes along with paperwork, utilities, banking and many, many phone calls. My husband said three words, "let's buy it", and I have done nothing but paperwork, etc, for six weeks. When I get emails at 8pm, he doesn't understand why. Any major life change takes work. He just doesn't realize how much.

Lists

 My lists are growing lists. By this time next week I will be the owner of a second home. There are so many things that need to be done. I write lists and laminate them. Then I bind them into a notebook. I am creating a guideline portfolio for myself. I am leaving nothing to my memory. So far it is working out well. I just need to remember to take the book with me. I will write a list for that too.

Never Late

 This morning I overslept by 40 minutes but will still leave for work on time. That is because I leave a time buffer into my schedule and move quick. Gotta run!

Worry

Whether we worry or not, if we cannot fix a situation our worrying is futile. When worry turns to danger, then there must be a call to action. In most cases worrying just stays worrying and then becomes the new norm. I have decided that at my age, I will put a great effort into not worrying about things I have no control over. I access their effect on my life and evaluate the reaction that I must take. In most cases, no action is needed. The situations fixes itself.

December

 Today is December 1st. It snuck up upon us while we were busy worrying about the world. It hid behind the trees with it's sneakers, waiting to creep into our calendar. No one is ready for it. Wasn't is July yesterday? The holiday season will start soon and along with it will come the regulations that people will adhere to in their own way. This is my birthday month. Today I am Medicare legal. I think I saw a few more grey hairs this morning.