Showing The Gov-er-Nator sking at Tahoe tonight, beautiful shots of Caly-forn-yuh on the tube, a little of Yellowstone and Wyoming on the other channel. What I wouldn’t do for 200 gallons and a hundred dollar bill. Turn me loose and let me fly. I seem to want to run away, get as far away from here as I can.
Tahoe looks inviting, and I am ready.
Time has a way of jading a man. I could be morphing into something totally new, and have no idea as to why. Might be on a nostalgic flash or some kind of mid-life rush that I did not know about. Which for the initiated could possibly be: “A mixed feeling of happiness, sadness, and longing when recalling a person, place, or event from the past, or the past in general.”
Tragically, I don’t have enough discretionary income available to me to run out and buy a Porsche convertible or a ‘Vette to clearly celebrate this milestone in my life. Maybe it is the weather?
Old Timers always blame everything on the weather. Living in this place, with radical severe weather that veers from -5* and horribly punishing wind-chills, to 70+ degrees the next day, could very well be part of the problem. Just this past week, they had “grapefruit sized hail” on the Oklahoma – Kansas border.
Can you imagine, “Grapefruit Sized Hail?”
“Hey Thelma, this is Marge …You get any hail over there …. We got Grapefruit size hail last night, you get any? Grandpa, bless his heart, took off running for the house from the pickup, and he made it okay, got hit a couple of times, and he has been dressing like a woman for the past four days, but I think he is going to be okay”
Found an interesting site today, it was “Bad Neighbors.Com” (or something like that) went on there to see if I was perhaps in trouble with anyone. Safe.
Also had a link “Are You Fat?” and I prudently made the decision … that some buttons in life are better off not being clicked. I am okay, my family physician told me just the other day. I am my perfect weight …. If I was seven feet tall.
Late into the night. My body is tired, but my mind won’t let me sleep, I should be lying in my bed resting And preparing to greet the new day. But my mind won’t let me, it is telling me something …. Something I can not understand.
I have often heard it said idle hands are the workshop of the devil, and tonight I am paying for my past sins, if he (the Devil) danced in empty pockets, he would have a ball in mine My heart is heavy; my bones are tired and weary. But still the long, long night never ends.
So here I sit in my quiet abode I guess I am tired and need to go to sleep but I just cannot stop worrying. Worrying about things I can not change, shouldering my burdensome load … Two plastic bags of groceries from the Super Center.
Where is my refund?