Forgive me, Darling Ones,

I’m about to whine. A lot. This has been a bummer summer and I am counting down the hours until it is over. Summer officially ends, according to the Jodiann calendar, the day after Labor Day.

How will I be celebrating? With injections in my both my eyes. Staving off complete blindness is fun! At least it means I get to go somewhere.

Oh, Darling Ones, I’m depressed as hell and I can’t seem to climb out of my foul mood.

It started last week when I couldn’t go to the State Fair as planned. I didn’t realize how much I was looking forward to it until it all slipped right through the fingers of my Floppy Scoop.

Thanks to being an actual giant and the rentable mobility scooters being for normal-sized people I couldn’t go. Sister #2 scoured the internet for information on the scooters. I was all, I checked the weight limit and they’ll carry me. But alas, I was much too tall. I always forget that my height is a thing. Weird, isn’t it? My waist to knee measurement is 11 inches longer than the scooter would accommodate. Fucking rude.

As my family trundled off to the Fair sans their favorite burden (me), I tried to console myself with the delivery of my “Hooray, you did the thing!” gift. Times is tight, but I wanted to celebrate the victory of submitting something to the creative arts competition. So I allowed myself $20 to blow on something pretty.

I decided to blow my money at Succulents Depot. Big mistake. Huge.

When you only have four figures worth of dollars to your name and no money coming in on the horizon, $20 is a lot!

If you look above you can see the sickly Tradescantia Zebrina & Tradescantia Nanouk they sent me. All I wanted was a tiny, pretty thing to gaze upon and find joy, but NNNNNnnnoooooOOOOOO.

So to my State Fair sadness I have added all the other bummers from this summer:

• Janky, not very helpful wheelchair
• Climate change limiting my time at Sister #4’s Blue Ox Oasis (70 degree highs in August? So much smoke in July? Wah!
• Social Security Disability rejection #3
• Procrastination and hubris-related State Fair blanket failure (they didn’t even display it!)
• And my garage door broke a few days ago meaning I’ve got a $500-$800 repair in my near future

And this is how I’ve worked myself right into a thick, depressed funk.

That’s how I’ve spent my summer, Darling Ones, how about you?

Feeling better now that I wrote about it,
Jodi, Queen of the Bummers