Third day of persistent fog, you would think we are in London or something. Anywho, I am tired of it.
Lack of sunshine has a tendency to change my outlook on life. Always has and I suppose it always will. I could use a little sunshine, a little less Christmas Muzak, and a stiff belt of something.
Another thing is I am not getting outside much, getting so fat, this spring I will be able to sell shade at our annual garage sale.
Came out here to check on the space heaters, do not want to have to buy a water pump like I had to do a couple of years ago. I am looking at the old hoopie and it has my juices flowing, I want to get out on the road and fly!
To roam at will … I want to be westbound and down, six on the floor, the other foot out the door, in the smart aleck lane, styling down the boulevard.
Aint gonna happen.
Before gainful employment corrupted my life, I used to delight in long solo drives back to the Midwest to check up on the Rust Belt of America. Now I find that I am relegated to writing letters to the editor, to have them edited for content, brevity and perhaps, temporary insanity.
Reading E-mails from AT&T that state: “Your telephone bill is ready; please check online at” ……. as if I was anxiously expecting that and/or waiting in great anticipation for it.
Or …. “In order to register your new domain name, it will be necessary for YOU to provide US with this, and that, yadda-yadda, blah-blah.” Soon the kids will be here to collect their Christmas lucre and that one kid will say something like: “I love what you’ve done with your hair. How do you get it to come out of the nostrils like that?” The little prince of scratch n sniff, he is my favorite one of the bunch.
Guess I will slink back in there and watch a little TV.
When I see ads on TV with smiling, happy housewives using a new cleaning product, the only thing I want to buy are the meds they must be on. One last thing, “The key to every relationship is honesty. Honesty. Honesty. Honesty. Honesty. … Gonna keep typing this until she stops looking over my shoulder.”