And now, just now, the local news reports that there will be no revered Dorrito’s Commercials on this years’ Super Bowl. And on top of all that, ragweed and grass pollen has increased dramatically here in the Heart-Land … So most likely … No peace for me either. Feel better? No? Well take two aspirin and call me on Munday. And finally, never, ever, buy a 12 year old a Nikon camera. What was I thinking?
I believe that inherently in all of us, is a embedded DNA code, the God-given right to the pursuit of happiness, and at the same time, there is equally the God-given right to the pursuit of unhappiness. 13th of the month, another week of Mondays. Don’t go riding on that Long Black Train.
A friend of mine, Clifford Allen, has suggested that I need to get more sunshine or get out into the sun or something or rather? I do not understand this at all. I have no plausible reason for my anemic Albino appearance to some friends and family. My cable rep suggested my tuner might be off and I do have that rattle in the passenger side door, just under the door-knob. It could be just about anything ….
Often on Sunday’s my father would announce after breakfast that we were going for a drive. Now the Sunday Drive as I remember it, never had a destination, it was all shoot from the hip, let’s try this out, we have never been there before, and we would head out.
Yes Martha, we are back. Just been hiding out is all. My stats indicate that I have not been around lately, and I can assure you, that is right. The last time I posted anything, was about a week ago. I have been working hard around the old Goat Farm, and trying to learn some new tricks on WordPress.Com (By the way … Do you like the new look?).
This morning I feel like I need to come up with a way to generate some cash. You see when I was young, I partied a lot, I spent foolishly, I made and spent huge sums of money with complete abandon. Fur lined house slippers, electric dog polishers, cars, trucks, motorcycles … Oh well, you get the picture right?
Now in what they call “The Golden Years” I need even more scrilla or cash.
Stepping out on the proverbial limb I would venture to say that “the only thing permanent thing in this world, is change” and sadly you have no choice about it. Pardon my French but that kind of sucks.