Not being a big fan of October, I put up the Hammock this week. I sure hate that, along with all the blood & gore associated with television this time of the year. October is the Devil’s Holiday, or at least it seems that way. People cutting up people, biting each other’s necks, the constant din of chain saws invading my space. Who needs that?
Where is Forrest Gump when you really need him?
It is hard to keep your equilibrium this time of year. Last week I was in a Cracker Barrel restaurant, and they had Halloween stuff on one side of the store and Christmas stuff on the other. October is a real mood swinger let me tell you.
If you cannot tell by now …. It has been a lousy week.
Some folks refer to it as one of those “maybe I should have stayed in bed” kind of weeks. Middle of the week, I tried to download a ring-tone for my phone. Figured if I had George Strait or Reba singing to me in the tire-shop, it would make me impotent, er, important. Cost was $3.99 and when I got done, I was way over twelve dollars! Guess I am just technically challenged or impaired.
One of my biggest fears in life, is the fact that I will someday die, and when I get to the pearly gates, an angel will ask …. “Screen name and password please.”
Uh …. huh?
Cooler in the morning now, summer is but a faded memory, git ready. Weather guessers are saying we are headed for a big weather change. I do notice that the days are getting shorter, takes the sun longer to come up in the morning, winter is setting in. No songbirds in the yard and all my winged friends have gone south, I feel neglected and alone.
A definite chill in the air and football on the tube. Soon to be sitting down to a sumptuous meal and video clips of Dallas losing again on ABC. Raking a big pile of leaves in the backyard and watching the grandson delight with glee when he skillfully hides himself from his little sister. Using the automatic car wash now instead of doing it in the wash bay yourself.
The rest of the time it is windy.
To add to the misery it is an election year, and we all know the name of that tune don’t we? Leadership you can trust … integrity restored … a chicken in every pot … Ad nasauem.
(In other words … Grab Your Wallets)
Today here is my DVR reality. Ax-Men marathon, a couple of hours of sawing and multiple tree-felling, cussing so frequent that every other word seems to be bleeped and it ends up being a chain-saw fed mess of incomprehensible mayhem, truly male television at its best. What a testosterone rush … Tune me in. Which even on a bad day is still better than watching some ghoul get a stake driven into his heart.