Rant #2,945: Better Things

Today has not started off very well.
 
After a night where I was up and down—I must have awakened four or five times, as I was very restless last night—I got up at my usual 6 a.m. or thereabouts, and went into the bathroom to shave and shower—
 
The problem was that my electric razor wouldn’t turn on, and I tried some other razors that I have, which I save for parts—mainly the head of the razor, just in case one falls apart on me—and none of them worked either.
 
So now, I have to go out and buy an electric razor.
 
Then after showering, I went out to get the newspaper and move the garbage pails from the curb and to the curb for the next pickup, and I got stuck in a morass of spider webs, all over me.
 
I even picked a spider off my glasses, but the webs were in my hair and my clothing, and I am not sure at this moment if I got them all out.
 
Then I went to the computer to type out this Rant and prepare for my day as a freelancer, and the computer would not go on, as it is still giving me problems, not that I thought the problems would just vanish while I was on vacation.
 
I did get it to turn over, but the state of the computer remains a constant problem.
 
And did I mention that the lesion that I had removed, the pre-cancerous lesion on my head, is dripping puss, and I am treating it at home but may have to go back to the skin doctor to get it looked at, as I suspect it may be infected?
 
And through all of this, my allergies are terrible, and tomorrow I have to venture far away from my home to get my allergy shots?
 
Very little is going right for me since I have returned from vacation, and honestly, I am not telling you the half of it, not by a long shot.
 
Things are simply not right with me at this point in time … nothing life threatening, just disheartening and frustrating.
 
I seem to take two steps back after taking one step forward, and why is that?
 
Case in point is our pool, which is a green bog right now because the motor that we purchased at the beginning of the season is dead as a door nail right now.
 
The pool man finally called yesterday evening, and he has another motor for us, but at this point, my wife and I have written off the season as just a colossal waste of time and money.
 
Let’s see what happens with that; my hopes are extremely low that we can get into the pool again, which would only be the third time we would be able to do so since the pool was opened in June.
 
(We were able to go swimming twice when we were on vacation, but that is not the point right now.)
 
And then, on a much lesser note, as I mentioned to you a few weeks back, the freelance job that I applied for at Newsday turned into a colossal waste of time, which I fully expected it to be.
 
If you remember, this freelance job that fit me to a “T” miraculously was advertised in our local newspaper about two weeks before our vacation, and for the first time in two years, I actually applied for a job, thinking that maybe I could add this on to the freelance job I already have.
 
But I knew what the outcome would be as I sent my application and resume out to Newsday, that being that they would never contact me for the job, and even without the clairvoyant skills of Kreskin, I was right on the money.
 
And it has to do with my age, a decrepit-to-some-people 65 years of age, but go prove it.
 
It is funny that a newspaper that has written about such age discrimination actually fosters that very discrimination with their own practices, but again, go prove it.
 
If I could, I would have a very nice lawsuit against them, wouldn’t you agree?
 
But ageism is the hardest employment infraction to prove, so it more often than not goes by the books and into the ether.
 
But at least I tried, even though I knew the outcome beforehand.
 
I guess that is really starting to become the story of my life; I seem to always know the outcome of things before they happen, but I go through with all the work anyway.
 
I could say that I am a victim, but what good would that do?
 
I guess I am just an unlucky person in many ways, but I am so lucky in others that they simply cancel themselves out.
 
At least I tell myself that … and again, I am only telling you part of the story about why I am a bit perturbed this morning and really, since returning home from a great vacation.
 
Better things ahead … ?