By Georgie Bright Kunkel

Don’t you hate days that seem to end up with everything going wrong?

The pain in my stomach is proof that this day is one of those days. What is the best thing to do on days like this? Contact an empathetic friend is the best answer to that question. Luckily I have one of those friends. I can’t unload on her face to face because she lives in San Diego but since she is in a wheel chair in a retirement community with extended care she is usually right by her phone. Talk about laid back—she is the poster child for the condition of being laid back. Nothing seems to bother her and when I call she consoles me with, “Don’t worry. Soon you won’t even remember all this.” And of course she is right
When I called my youngest offspring and bared my soul about my latest problem she warned me not to tell my other two offspring as that would result in calling a family meeting to go over it all and advise me of what I need to do. So here I am letting it all out so you can be the recipient. One of my problems of late is the darned Windows 10 upgrade. Even though I don’t need the upgrade I am forced to go through a complete change in how I use my computer. Somehow in the process I lost all my saved files. Yes, I know. They are somewhere but the problem is accessing them.

Looking outside at the continuation of summer should bring joy into my life but for some reason it doesn’t today. But I have enough chocolate to boost my libido big-time. So guess I will join the ranks of those who must put up with such days. Earlier I had a minor altercation on the street right outside my house. A car that had stopped at a stop in front of me started up but suddenly stopped and my car nudged the back bumper. We both got out and I noted a slight scratch on her bumper, well not her bumper but her car’s bumper. I was willing to let it all become past history but she called her insurance company which happened to be my own insurance company. Then I remembered being in Japan riding with a friend who had such a minor altercation. Both drivers got out and surveyed the situation. Not finding damage of any note, both drivers bowed and got back into their cars and drove off. Now that’s the way to do things.
Now I am back at my computer trying to make sense of my new situation,

determined to locate all the files I lost and the time I thought I had saved by using a computer instead of writing longhand. Looking outside at the so-called Indian summer landscape helps in getting back to square one, as they say. Luckily my youngest daughter was here to bring me some chicken soup. Always there are people who are willing to bring you chicken soup to make you feel better. I am not one to dwell on what might have been as my calendar is filled with upcoming engagements which fill my life with joy and excitement. No whining about the past and crying over spilled milk as my mother always put it.
So as the sun wends its way into the western sky, I will settle myself down and get on with my day. Hopefully, all those who read this will know that they aren’t the only ones who have days like this. The mystery is in wondering who put us all here on this earth in the first place. Philosophers have been pondering over the mystery of life long before I began to do such pondering. We are all living life’s mysterious adventure together.

Georgie Bright Kunkel is a freelance writer who can be reached at 206-935-8663 or
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