Certiorari Denied

CERTIORARI DENIED

It starts with me having time on my hand, and lately the phone hardly rings, and the people standing on the corner street with their Bibles, won’t speak to me, and I am looking for a second opinion.  On top of this, I googled the word ‘…..  certioriari.”  First I found that there are at least 6 different ways to pronounce the word, and even with the Supreme Court Justices, an oral argument is fast to follow any inquiry made.  So this has me writing and not really ready for a face to face confrontation.  Hoping to avoid a fight and controversy has me retreating before I even get this blog in first gear and moving forward.  Made a mistake when I googled a word that is not really in my circle and part of my personal or professional understanding.

So why did I do it, why reach out for understanding at a higher level?  Maybe that is what I should have googled, but then where does one start when confronting one’s greatest fears.  The idea that time has left you stranded on a remote island  or place where people can located you with the gps on the cell phone, but unless you buy something with your credit card, dealing with you is almost impossible.  So where do we go from here?  Not sure.

 

The general idea facing me is more local than worldly or other-worldly, so am not expecting a Supreme Court ruling or review of my grievance and how things have been handled and progressed.  Certiorari Denied ends my process for seeking and gaining legal or social justice for the things I think have been a problem today.  Seems there will always be winners and losers, and grumbling about it won’t change much for me.  Seems I was taking a nap, and without going into much detail, the furniture was rearranged.  Doesn’t matter why as it seems I awoke and stumbled around, and hit my big toe on something.  It hurt and I was both bothered and bewildered.  Not sure there is any more to any of this, than being hurt and injured because they moved the furniture without consulting me.  Spring Cleaning in October.  I doubt it was like that.  But it happens I am no spring chicken now, and change is harsh on my mellow.

 

Had no defense and filling out an injury report and sending it to medicare insurance provider, would get me not satisfactory recourse.  Things happen.  And the older we get, the more we want it to be different.  Resisting change, and yet I consider myself semi-modern and keeping up with it all.  So I googled and now am dealing with all the screens appearing that are intended to answer just about any issue or question.  Not sure this is working for me.  So have decided to go for a walk, and if tired when I return, take a nap.  Still doing things the old fashion way.  Slow it down, reconsider and even come to some peaceful accommodation with the way things are.  Can’t hold a grudge.  Rearranging the furniture is what some do, when not busy with everything else.  Have to take the responsibility for walking in my sleep, or stumbling around not fully awake.  And so it is,  I find a work around for the great depression I find myself in.

 

Have to come to terms with all this.  Stop reading the banner news if it is getting to me.  Stop being over concerned with the election process that has front page coverage and time spent on the what-ifs of government and how it effects me.  Instead I will find a work around for the complexities that come and go around me.  More coffee or more chocolate or just more of everything, and at the end of the day, will stop being blindsided by what others do, and open my eyes and be fully awake.  The buck stops here, and seems this is a justice system that might work for me.  Take more responsibility for the things that happen around me.  Be more careful.

 

And most of all stop googling every little thing that puzzles or confounds.  Yes, now I am in a happy place.  Solution found.  Unplug and shrug off the inevitable.  Where I live, rearranging the furniture is like a hobby or an obsession.  Its painful when you bump into things, but really I will live.  And blog.  And share with you.  And what we share today is this.  Certiorari Denied.  And I must find another way.  And of course I will.  Depend on it.  Freedom in my world suggests I could move out.  But of course I won’t.  Blogging about it is easier and its free. 

 

Oh my goodness.  Time for a cookie and milk.  And a time out.  Need to have a timeout.  My toe is throbbing and reminds me.  Be careful where you go.  Nothing is as it seems, nor are things safe, even in your own home.  October and Halloween.  Expect a Scream.  Warning enough.  But not necessarily a hurt toe or feelings.

Freedom to be in your own home.

She moves the furniture.  Deal with it.

Certiorari Denied.