I had a pretty good night of sleep. I showered and sat down to read the news of the day. I feel like I am pretty good at staying positive, but this morning I'm feeling a little cranky about the way things are going.
First of all, I am so tired of the political arena . . . just 8 months ago my blood was pumping with excitement over the variety of presidential candidates. Today I am politically worn out by all the drama, spinning by press, political tactics, candidate's attacks and most of all their avoidance of speaking clearly and constructively about the issues. Yeah, yeah, I know they have had debates, but has anyone really heard significant details about anything???? Let's move to the local scene.
I am waiting for something to happen in downtown Palm Springs with Wessman 's plans for the Museum Market Plaza. The mayor has done well keeping us informed of the 'non-progress' and the commitment to seek eminent domain if things don't get going. OK, then where's my attitude coming from at this point??? First and foremost it's with Wessman, who has shown that he lacks sensitivity regarding the desires of the public. But what do I know, after all, the news (especially The Desert Sun) has not interviewed or reported on Wessman's side of this issue or his plans. We haven't heard or read anything regarding why WESSMAN is dragging his feet. There is no one keeping us informed about his latest stance. Wessman's luxurious web site: MuseumMarketPlaza.com has not changed since it was designed to hook the public and keep them suspended in hope . . .
Then there are so many other things irritating me this morning, all too numerous to mention. It's pretty sad when businesses have to reclassify the purchase of gasoline as a 'capital expenditure'. Then there is that huge competitive issue I'm forced to take on each morning, the 'coffee war'. . . will I support Starbucks, McDonalds or Dunkin Donuts when I get my fix? The press has really covered this 'coffee war' a lot lately. Surely there is more important 'breaking news' than this!
Maybe, just maybe, all of this isn't about anyone or anything but my cranky self . . . Yep, that must be it . . . Okay, I can face all this . . . , After all, Sunday is Easter and it's my belief that Easter represents the greatest reason why all of this other stuff isn't that important after all. Happy Easter! He Lives!
