You know momento..
I am in the back room with my dog. Even with the new AC, it is 83 degrees in the living room, which is too hot for the dog. He started getting sluggish and stupid again. Not wanting to drink water - which means the stomach problem again.
I wanted to do a Saturday Night Dance post but, alas, the opportunity has again escaped the grasp of my dawn-coloured fingers. Forsooth, to Ilia I sailed, drunk with visions of dead friends and PopCorners. Now I am awake, but dare not return t the living room, just yet. My dog will start scraping the bedroom door to get out, and be with me, because he has about as much sense as a dog. And, although I often watch, "I Survived," on Saturday nights, I don't know if I want to turn on that TV, which also serves as a blast furnace.
At least I mowed the front. And inspired ever-jealous/spiteful narcissist next door to do the same. Which inspired some other Jones to do the same. All the green competition here, is just like at the old neighbourhood, where certain people just cannot wrap their heads around the possibility that I am not competing with them, in any way whatsoever. I have no relation to them. I mow because it will rain tomorrow. I clear the foliage around the deck not to show off, but to prepare for the deck repair person. I walk my dog not to gleam and gloat and boast and spit in their proverbial faces, but, because if I don't, maybe we both will die.
But certain people are just locked into a bulldozing closet of hate from which they fear to escape. Destroying other people is the next best thing to feeling alive and free. Good night.
Hmmm... check out the other post under this tag(!)
I wanted to do a Saturday Night Dance post but, alas, the opportunity has again escaped the grasp of my dawn-coloured fingers. Forsooth, to Ilia I sailed, drunk with visions of dead friends and PopCorners. Now I am awake, but dare not return t the living room, just yet. My dog will start scraping the bedroom door to get out, and be with me, because he has about as much sense as a dog. And, although I often watch, "I Survived," on Saturday nights, I don't know if I want to turn on that TV, which also serves as a blast furnace.
At least I mowed the front. And inspired ever-jealous/spiteful narcissist next door to do the same. Which inspired some other Jones to do the same. All the green competition here, is just like at the old neighbourhood, where certain people just cannot wrap their heads around the possibility that I am not competing with them, in any way whatsoever. I have no relation to them. I mow because it will rain tomorrow. I clear the foliage around the deck not to show off, but to prepare for the deck repair person. I walk my dog not to gleam and gloat and boast and spit in their proverbial faces, but, because if I don't, maybe we both will die.
But certain people are just locked into a bulldozing closet of hate from which they fear to escape. Destroying other people is the next best thing to feeling alive and free. Good night.
Hmmm... check out the other post under this tag(!)