THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: “Life is the garment we continually alter, but which never seems to fit.”
This month is rapidly running its appointed course, it all seems to be running together for me, I find that I can no longer keep track of it. Most of the time I do not know “C’mere from Sick ‘em” and that often bothers me. This morning I could not remember what day of the week it was, just got all jammed up, and then I remembered that yesterday I had purchased a newspaper, so I went over to check on that.
Big help that was ….it didn’t help me out at all, it was yesterday’s paper.
Perhaps you caught a glimpse of it, it had an article about me on the front page, it said “Seniors Aging Like Fine Wine.” No picture tho’ … And the usual crap about Obammer and McSame. I don’t know if Obammer is the coming Messiah for America or not. But when you stop to consider the person he will replace as President of the United States next January, he is certainly the second coming of King George.
I apparently have picked up or someone seems to have given me, a nasty little Trojan Horse program that is a little difficult to get rid of. So if you sent it to me or I picked it up at your site, you can have it back, I have tired of it. Spent the first 90 minutes of my morning this morning, trying my level best to kill this little irritant that was probably dreamed up by some little geeky pimple faced adolescent and is giving me fits. This virus is not only tough to get rid of, I am beginning to suspect that it actually is capable of holding a grudge or something.
Nasty little bug.
No longer can I truthfully complain about not going anywhere. I have been in places inside this computer that I literally did not know existed trying to eradicate this thing. Yesterday I was fairly confident that it had taken care of, but there it was, bright and early this morning, and I had to deal with it again. The really bad thing about computers is they are like dogs … they can smell fear.
Wrote out some bills and discovered that I owe the cable company $163.00 (two months service) and I haven’t a clue as to how that happened either. Don’t remember seeing the bill for it around here anywhere, and I suppose now they will be calling me and demanding that I surrender my first born male child, which they will hold for sufficient collateral, until I pay the bill.
I am giving them David … He never mowed the lawn when I told him to and I will save Johnny (his little brother) for later.
Radio Girl left me a note and said it was permissible for me to gnank some pictures of her vegetables. Man, that sounds like some kind of fetish to me … P’sst, hey buddy, c’mere and look at my pictures of these artichokes! (Which is basically generic to Californians, most everyone else in this country has never heard of an artichoke, yet alone, even knows how to cook one). I am passing on the veggie shots girl, I am sticking with the mountains, the clear water streams, the nice greenery of nature. You certainly take some interesting shots and I enjoy them.
As I have been rather verbose here of late, I am making a concentrated effort this day, to shorten the piece. So nothing poignant or profound today. No “half the day, staring at the window, lost, searching for the answer to one simple question, one intimate valuable item concerning the soul of man.”
Only thing that I could come up with was the ultimate weight of a man’s soul.
It weighs twenty pounds. How do I know this? (Glad you asked) That is “exactly” how much weight I lost after my divorce in ’79, twenty pounds that is what a man’s soul weighs.
See you Monday, if I don’t skip it or completely forget it, that is.