Sunday peace

Having sent my husband and daughter out to play finding geocaches(something that JUST does not appeal to me), I am enjoying a quiet day to myself. A person needs one of those now and again. I have the Sirius radio on an old country channel and am enjoying the music that takes me back to s simpler time.
Does getting older,I wonder rhetorically, cause you to spend more time thinking about the past and how it has affected the person you are today? Having just written a small storybook about my disabled brother for his grandchildren, I spent a lot of time poring over old pictures and thinking of long ago events. Now I have had requests to adapt the book for other 2nd and 3rd generation family members so am mulling over that possibility. And my children are still quite insistent that I should put all my stories together as my memoir, but I'm not sure that would be interesting to anyone. But it would be fun to do for sure. And I enjoy writing. Some day when I have more time.
I haven't ranted for a while... hhhmmmm lets see what has ticked me off lately? I can't think of anything at the moment. I need to remember to do it the MINUTE I am irritated, as otherwise it just slips by me. I could of course start on the media, and how in my opinion distort people's perception of how things are, with regards to just about everything. And about the way they shove microphones and cameras in the faces of newly aggrieved families to get a fresh and emotion-laden response. NOTHING makes me angrier, and if I was on the receiving end of that mike/camera combo, they would get a response that they definitely could not air...I used to think criminal defense lawyers were the scum of the earth but many journalists are not far behind. Having said that, journalism is a fine and honorable career, and I for one can appreciate the appeal of writing ones opinions, and getting paid for the honor. But when it becomes a matter of digging for sensationalism and exploitation of people going though crises, it makes me spit nails, in the words of a former head nurse, way back in my checkered past. (see what I mean?)what does that mean anyways, "checkered past" I have always assumed it means less than lily-white. Isn't every one's past somewhat checkered then? Because not one of us has led a perfect life, it just isn't human.Perhaps they have led a life that appears to be uncheckered,ie lily white, but it is all a facade, because sure as the sky is blue, if you dig deep enough, there will be a few black checkers amongst those of ivory. But, I digress...
Anyhow, I've had my say about yellow sap sucking journalists that prey on the unfortunate, the unlucky, and those that have made mistakes but seem never to be allowed to put these behind them. So I'll be done with that then...
Gotta get back to the housewifely duties of folding clothes and planning dinner...