What to do on my vacation checklist:
ANNOY SOMEONE _/
ANNOY SEVERAL SOMEONES _/
GET HAIRCUT _/
FOOD SHOP _/
WRITE _/
WRITE SOME MORE
GENEALOGY TRIP
LAUNDRY _/
SLEEP MORE _/
and I'm off to a flying start.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
NOAH, NO MOAH!
It's been raining for three days straight now with wind gusts of
up to 50 miles per hour and temps in the 40's.A full blown
nor'easter in May! A lot of flowers and vegetables are
getting drowned in all this and then there's root rot.
Somewhere, out there, is the Sun.
Get yer butt out here, will you?
up to 50 miles per hour and temps in the 40's.A full blown
nor'easter in May! A lot of flowers and vegetables are
getting drowned in all this and then there's root rot.
Somewhere, out there, is the Sun.
Get yer butt out here, will you?
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
DEPT. OF WEIRD
Something must be going on down in my subconscious. I rarely recall my
dreams but I had a doozy last night. Must be this getting sleep thing.
I dreamt I was going to a movie and was checking the times in the paper.
while sitting in my car. For some reason I turned to get something in my
back seat and as I did a man tried to get in, claiming I was in his car. We
fought, he grabbed the keys out of the ignition, and ran off. I got out out the
car and as I did, he came out of a building with some friends and they started
shooting at me while I kept yellng at him it wasn't his car. The car got riddled
with bullet holes and I ran..chased all over the parking lot at work by these guys
with guns. Then for some reason the shooter yelled he'd found my money and
wanted to return it to me.And like a dummy, I came out to get it.
That's where it ended. No doubt I got my silly arse shot.
In another weird development, I got an invitation to attend an open house.
At a nearby funeral parlor.
No, this was not part of a dream.
I'll think I'll pass on that one.
dreams but I had a doozy last night. Must be this getting sleep thing.
I dreamt I was going to a movie and was checking the times in the paper.
while sitting in my car. For some reason I turned to get something in my
back seat and as I did a man tried to get in, claiming I was in his car. We
fought, he grabbed the keys out of the ignition, and ran off. I got out out the
car and as I did, he came out of a building with some friends and they started
shooting at me while I kept yellng at him it wasn't his car. The car got riddled
with bullet holes and I ran..chased all over the parking lot at work by these guys
with guns. Then for some reason the shooter yelled he'd found my money and
wanted to return it to me.And like a dummy, I came out to get it.
That's where it ended. No doubt I got my silly arse shot.
In another weird development, I got an invitation to attend an open house.
At a nearby funeral parlor.
No, this was not part of a dream.
I'll think I'll pass on that one.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
TEMPUS IS FUGITING ME
Never fails...I spend most of Sunday afternoon in channel and it's pretty much dead.
I come on tonight with only a short window to play and there's people.
Not that it makes any difference since I have all day shifts this week
(Mon-Wed-10-7 and Fri-Sat 9-6) and I will need to get to bed earlier.
And lately I tend to get sleepier sooner. Might be Spring Fever
Or it might be, and most likely is, I am just starting to feel like the 57
year old I soon will be. Dad died at 62. Mom's mother died at 56.
Of course there were other factors (Dad smoked and drank..Nana had
a rheumatic heart..) but still, I have those moments when I wonder how
much time I have left.
.
Shrug.
Aren't I just the cheerfullest bastard?
Excuse me, I think my bed is calling and I really am tired.
I come on tonight with only a short window to play and there's people.
Not that it makes any difference since I have all day shifts this week
(Mon-Wed-10-7 and Fri-Sat 9-6) and I will need to get to bed earlier.
And lately I tend to get sleepier sooner. Might be Spring Fever
Or it might be, and most likely is, I am just starting to feel like the 57
year old I soon will be. Dad died at 62. Mom's mother died at 56.
Of course there were other factors (Dad smoked and drank..Nana had
a rheumatic heart..) but still, I have those moments when I wonder how
much time I have left.
.
Shrug.
Aren't I just the cheerfullest bastard?
Excuse me, I think my bed is calling and I really am tired.