Saturday, August 23, 2025

What Could Have Been

This is my kind of luck ....
A word game that I play on my tablet and I see the combination of letters to give me the greatest point total for a single word that I can ever truly have reasonable and believable hopes and expectations to tally. And in this sudden wild state of excitement that I'm feeling, just as I touch the first letter in the formation of the word ..... my tablet freezes up. And I glance at the timer, and I still have thirty seconds and normally when it freezes up, it unfreezes a second or two later, but this time no matter how often I try, the tablet just enters into a deeper freeze.

And that's the kind of luck that circles my existence. Like the time I tripped over a painted line on the basketball court. Or the rare occasion when I ran out the door with time to spare (instead of my usual last second exit) to make it to my destination on time and I encounter a three-minute red light and further ahead, the first car of a 125-car train traveling at five mph and just as the rear end of the train is in sight, it stops and reverses course ..... then forward, reverse, forward, reverse for an additional five or ten minutes.

And a half hour later, I'm still thinking about, frustrated and pissed off at what could have been with that forbidden, once-in-a-lifetime word.

And to top things off, it's supposed to be 102 degrees later today following up a 103 degree day before cooling down to 99 tomorrow. But on the good side of things, at least it's not 102 right now at 3:30 in the morning. 

And I'm looking at my glass of water ..... and thinking that it's less-than-half full which also means it's more than half empty. (It's actually about one-tenth full.) So that's a double negative of sorts to start the morning.

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