Oh but it's hard.

There's the whole music thing. You know what I mean -- why would anyone listen to that techno dj crap when they could listen to real songs with melodies that you can sing along with? And I suppose I'll just never be cool enough to get rap. Goodness knows it's not for lack of trying!

Then there's language. I know I know, it's got to change...it has changed and will continue to change. I don't like it, but I'm gonna deal with it. Whether it's the ridiculous phrase, "My bad," rather than saying "Sorry," or "Ooops, that was my fault,"... or if it's the simple phasing out of the term, "You're welcome," with an indifferent, "No problem," I'm going to try to accept it. I may need a 12-step program, but if you know me, you know I'll try. I may be a Taurus who hates change (well, that's what they say anyway) but I'll give it my best.

And then there's the grumpy neighbour thing. Why all of a sudden do I feel like I'm on the verge of becoming the grumpy neighbour? I've been this close to being one of those passive aggressive people who approach a neighbour about a little issue. The thing is, it ain't little to me but I know it's nothing to them. Like wondering if they're fertilizing the new grass seed on their new lawn - something that should NEVER be done on a waterfront property. I think they are, but do I want to be grumpy about it? Alienate them? No, but ooo it just makes me worry so!

And I admit I almost lost it with some younger folks visiting some neighbours when they took a little turtle out of the water and painted their names on it with nail polish. Should I have said something? Or would I have been a killjoy, a geezer, a meddling nosy neighbour?

Sigh.

I fought my inner geezer and didn't do a thing. Where do you draw the geezer line? Next time, I will say something. Oh, and I still won't put up with bad punctuation or misuse of apostrophes. A girl's gotta have her standards, eh?

Thanks and good luck.