Is having no Complaints still a Complaint?
I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, but I have no complaints.
Mind you it is very early in the day and something may come up later.
In truth I am often a whiner (that's whiner, not weiner) and will bombard any listeners' ears with a myriad of pitiful problems at a moments' notice.
But this morning, I just don't have anything much to complain about.
I suppose I could complain about my health problems, but they are self-inflicted.
"Don't complain to me when you are a full blown medical mess!"
A loved one used to say this to me with some real fervour, and as it turns out I don't complain to her. Okay, I can't, but that is a long involved story which will have you complaining long before I reach its already predictable end.
I could lock step with the rest of my fellow Canadians and complain about the weather, but it has been wonderfully mild for weeks, and mild in December is certainly a bonus track on the winter weather pathway.
I could complain about my love life but that would not be warranted. I am in love as never before so where's the beef?
I could complain about my beloved bumbling Leafs, but so far they are having their best season in decades.
Let's see now...what else is there?
>Mail delivery is prompt and they even pick up outgoing right in my building.
>I no longer have a vehicle so gas prices don't wear on me.
>My instruments are paid for.
>I just had a visit from my son and some dear friends.
>My moustache is coming in nicely.
>I have new glasses.
>I have a pet companion (new)and as cats go she is a fine one.
>I still have two shirts that fit.
>My God loves me.
Wait a minute!
I think that last one should uninstall my complaint department.
Hmm, maybe I should take on complaints from other people. Naw, I would end up complaining about the way they'll complain about how I handle their complaints and really who needs it?
An elderly fellow in Tims, a man I have never met, made conversation with me by saying he didn't realize 'how fast he was going downhill'.
I said 'enjoy it while you can...it tends to stop all of a sudden.' His wife laughed, which pleased me as she looked like a woman I would like. I wonder if she was pleased I stopped his complaining for a moment, mild and cheery tho it was.
Oh my...look at the time! It's getting away on me. Not that I'm complaining.
Mind you it is very early in the day and something may come up later.
In truth I am often a whiner (that's whiner, not weiner) and will bombard any listeners' ears with a myriad of pitiful problems at a moments' notice.
But this morning, I just don't have anything much to complain about.
I suppose I could complain about my health problems, but they are self-inflicted.
"Don't complain to me when you are a full blown medical mess!"
A loved one used to say this to me with some real fervour, and as it turns out I don't complain to her. Okay, I can't, but that is a long involved story which will have you complaining long before I reach its already predictable end.
I could lock step with the rest of my fellow Canadians and complain about the weather, but it has been wonderfully mild for weeks, and mild in December is certainly a bonus track on the winter weather pathway.
I could complain about my love life but that would not be warranted. I am in love as never before so where's the beef?
I could complain about my beloved bumbling Leafs, but so far they are having their best season in decades.
Let's see now...what else is there?
>Mail delivery is prompt and they even pick up outgoing right in my building.
>I no longer have a vehicle so gas prices don't wear on me.
>My instruments are paid for.
>I just had a visit from my son and some dear friends.
>My moustache is coming in nicely.
>I have new glasses.
>I have a pet companion (new)and as cats go she is a fine one.
>I still have two shirts that fit.
>My God loves me.
Wait a minute!
I think that last one should uninstall my complaint department.
Hmm, maybe I should take on complaints from other people. Naw, I would end up complaining about the way they'll complain about how I handle their complaints and really who needs it?
An elderly fellow in Tims, a man I have never met, made conversation with me by saying he didn't realize 'how fast he was going downhill'.
I said 'enjoy it while you can...it tends to stop all of a sudden.' His wife laughed, which pleased me as she looked like a woman I would like. I wonder if she was pleased I stopped his complaining for a moment, mild and cheery tho it was.
Oh my...look at the time! It's getting away on me. Not that I'm complaining.
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