It has been a very long time since I posted. My temporary departure from my venue was a bit abrupt I know. But sometimes, things just don’t go the way you think they will. With that said, just know that I had a lot on plate, almost more than I could handle, but I guess I am stronger than I think. My priorities being what they are prevented me from writing. Never mind, I take that back. I had the time to write, I just didn’t feel like it. And even though this decision not to write may have been like shooting myself in the foot, you need to understand that not posting was just about the only thing in my life I had control over.
OK, enough about me, because the truth is I absolutely hate (and I do mean hate!) writing about myself. I am on-line memoir writing class drop-out, of late. Liked the teacher, the people in my class seemed nice, but to tell you the truth I don’t want to read or write depressing shit any more. For me, it is just enough to know that depressing, horrible shit exists. I know I’ve seen it. In real life and on TV. No mas.
This explains why CBS Sunday Morning is my favorite TV show. I am not kidding. It’s like electronic Valium for me. One hour of funny, interesting stories that make you feel good ending with some nature scene with no sound, except the whoosh of running water over the rocks and down some stream in a wooded area or the flash-mob fluttering of bird wings. I love this stuff. I point this out only because I have decided I want to model THIS blog after that show. I want you to feel good when you are done reading what I wrote, and among other things, renewing your faith in mankind.
So, future posts will be more journalistic in nature and hopefully you won’t feel depressed after reading them. You might even learn something you didn’t know before.
Now that I have made that clear. Here’s today’s story. My husband loves licorice flavored Altoids. They are mints that come packaged in a metal tin, but my husband has had trouble finding them in stores for some time now. So, I turned to the place where I can find just about anything: the internet. If it exists, it’s on-line. So Googled (I love that this is now a verb) the licorice Altoids and who had them? None other than Amazon. They were selling a 12-pack. Cost $143. This is not a typo there are three numbers before the decimal point. So I checked my Googled list to find another source, which I clicked on only to find out that licorice Altoids had been discontinued. Given the price for the 12 pack on Amazon, I assumed they must have stopped manufacturing them some time ago. Couldn’t find an exact date, though. Even went to the official Altoids website, where I learned the following, “Around the turn of the 19th century, during the reign of King George III, the recipe for Altoids® was perfected by Smith & Company, a London confectionary firm. Altoids® were then promoted for over a century as a “stomach calmative”.” My husband can’t attest to their medicinal value. He just says he is addicted to them. And, I can assure you he won’t pay $143 to get licorice Altoids. I think he should start a letter (e-mail) campaign to bring them back. You don’t know until you try. I’ll keep you posted (no pun intended).