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May Day means nothing to me. The fact that it falls on Friday means even less. Time flies whether you're having fun or not. I'm not having fun, trying. Maybe I need to try a little harder. Sometimes the only fun that is to be had is the fun one creates for one's self. That's the ticket. Today is a good day to die. Another year I missed the fair. Next year, for sure we're going. We haven't been there in years. That's a good idea. A fair is affair to remember. We be going. That's also on the agenda.
Slug fest. It's that time of year again. The spring slump. Today was just a routine day without the usual routine. I did go to the Devil's Warehouse and put gas in the car and spend a whole lot of money. I came home and napped and then woke up and made meatballs again. I'm in a meatball slump. Maybe I'm telling myself something. I should open a meatball restaurant. That's the new trend. And meat cupcakes would be a hoot in a holler. I want to be one of the popular kids. Is that too much to ask? Really!
That guy has been mowing our lawn for hours. What the hell is taking him so long. I bet when I go out to look at it tomorrow I'm going to see a big difference. I haven't noticed that it needed it so much, but the fact that he's been working on it four hours says that it was much worse than I realized. And that's not even paying attention to the little details. Maybe I have my work cut out for me. Tomorrow I need to finish whipping the lawn into shape. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Monday is so good to me. Of course, all the other days are good as well. Meanwhile, a trip to Starbucks was in order today while His Royal Smallness was at the doctor. A minor fender bender in the parking lot and all I did was shrug. The car is like 12 years old so what's another scratch. I felt bad for the other guy who really crunched his new car badly. Of course, it was his fault as I was just sitting there waiting for another car to back out. The day is a good one. It's a beauty.
Is regularity overrated? And why do I hear people outside at 0630? What's this world coming to? I just need to take a dump. Is that too much to expect? And my friend is in the nut house. Whenever that happens, I almost feel guilt by association. Who will go to lunch with me today? That's usually my biggest decision. Who can I convince? Let me make a few calls! That's all it takes. Regularly being in contact. This entry is about being regular. I'm a regular guy. I feel good about me. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Letting the days go by, indeed. I have neglected this site for a whole month. I have also neglected my daily movement. It's not that hard and it actually motivates me to do other things. So, I'm going to get back into that thing. That thing, that thing, that thing. I'm listening to the air conditioner labor. It works day and night in the summer just working to refrigerate the air so that we're not too humid. Isn't that what it's doing? Just making the air seem cooler by removing the moisture? That's a great idea. Who thought of that?
A Thursday is a day late in the week. There are still things to be done before the weekend of the anarchy rules. There's no time to get anything done and the next thing you know, It's Monday. The drudgery of life? No, rather it's just the deadening boring routine. There's got to be a better way. It's all about mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter. Can these little 100 word essays be combined into a book? It seems a stretch, but in this day and age, anything is possible. You're reading it right now, darling.
TGIF, baby. Can I remember what Friday May 8 was like when I'm writing this on Monday May 18? It seems so long ago and yet it's only 10 days ago. The time, it goes so slowly and yet at the same time, it's rather fleeing. Just a few weeks ago, we were in Orlando doing the graduation thing with our son. Or was it last week. Who remembers these details? I guess that's why one gets a personal assistant to remember the details. The devil's in the details, darling. I know, because I'm detail oriented like that, you know.
I'm just knocking out these 100 words and just going through them and the theme of the day is Saturday. Now what? Is today a good day to go to Costco? Or should we be traveling? It's a lovely day for a road trip, but it seems to me that the road trip will be on Sunday. A road trip across the state is such a different experience than going south. And going north is a weird and wonderful place but it really depends how far north one wants to travel. There are lots of opportunities. I have the brains.
May, a month that is the true time of change. There's a sort of subtle change in the beginning of the month. By the end of the month it's hitting you in the face saying here comes the Fucking Summer. It's that time you dread every year and say why aren't we retreating to somewhere cool and getting the hell out of this hell hole of hotness? And it's also the freaking hurricane season which just blows my mind. It's not easy being an old person having lived through may storms. They're all different. They all could be the last.
We moved to this house 30 years ago in November. For the next six months, I intend to prepare the house for sale. We've turned down offers before, but this time we're going to do it the right way. I think we're going to try FSBO at first to see how that goes. We have an in demand location so we're at an advantage. I predict that we will get what we want and we will be able to sell it on our own with the help of our lawyer. I'm psyched. The time will fly. We'll be moving soon.
Tuesday afternoon, I'm just beginning to see. Now I'm on my way. It doesn't matter to me. Chasing the clouds away. I remember buying an album at a thrift shop in South Miami by Chuck Mangione. It was called "Chasing the Clouds Away." That was back in the late 70s. Those were the days when thrift shops were still thrifty. Now, they all want to raise money for charity and they charge an arm and a leg for crap. You might as well go to TJ Maxx or Marshall's to buy the same crap. Why did I have that rant?
I remember growing up without the benefit of air conditioning that there were nights when I would flip the pillow to get to the "cool" side. I was doing that today while napping in the middle of the day. It's so hot outside that even with the air conditioner running at full blast, it was still too damn hot in this room. I need optimal temperature for napping. So, I fell asleep and napped fitfully. It was unpleasant and I finally got out of bed to make dinner. That's the highlight of my days lately. What's for dinner? That's it.
I'm having a hard time with 100 words during the month of May. I'm avoiding it and I don't know why. There are plenty of subjects to write about but I just don't want to. I have stuff around the house that needs attention, but I can't bring myself to do anything. Is this a sign of depression? I don't know what it is. I tell myself I'm just being lazy, but it's way more than that. Lately, all I can think is that I need to take a pill. Maybe there's a magic pill that will make everything better.
Beware the Ides of May. That's funny, No, it's not. Well, I thought it was. It's just plain silly. I'm in a silly mood. Silly is as silly does. I need to get a life. The biggest deal for me each day is what to fix for dinner. Today we had leftovers that were probably better than the original. I made a fabulous gravy (gluten free!) with mushrooms and red onions and sliced the steak and warmed it up. This was served with picked baby cucumbers. And the steak and onions and mushrooms were on top of mashed potatoes. Yum.
Saturday is a difficult day for me. I still haven't gotten over not having my usual routine. I'm not happy about going to Costco every Saturday like before, so these days I go to fill the car. Gas was $2.59. I looked back at one year ago and it really was $1 a gallon more. Go figure. Meanwhile, I spend way too much when I go inside Costco. And if I skip it for a couple of weeks, the Publix bill is insanity cheese. I wish there were more things in reasonable sizes at Costco. Time to hit Publix!
Sunday morning is still a time to hit the ghetto farmer's market. Raoul started going there for the apple bananas. Eventually, we were buying most of our produce there. I like food shopping. It's fun. It makes me think. I have to cook dinner and it's time to start looking at recipes to find some new combinations. I was at Danee's and she made something with an odd combination of flavors and said it was something Peruvian. I need a new set of recipes. I keep making the same things over and over. I'm ready for something new to eat.
I've been smoking like a chimney. I don't know what got into me. I have to quit again. I just started buying packs of cigarettes and before I knew it, I was buying a pack a day. That's a very bad habit to get back into so I'm stopping again. I amaze myself at how easily I can quit and not even miss it. But I'm also amazed at how easily I can slip back into the habit. Too much smoking is not a good thing. Everything in moderation! I'll be okay. I promise. It won't be long now. Dude.
It's weird being retired. The days have no significance anymore. I remember back in the day when Tuesdays were a dreaded day because the work load was insane. Those days are long gone, yet I still think about it. That's a good one. I guess I'm just relieved that I don't have that obligation any more. Sometimes I miss working and I think that maybe something part time would be good. But then I realize that retirement isn't such a bad thing. And many people are truly jealous of me. I remember I used to be jealous of retired people.
It's hump day but every day is humpy. I'm in a humpty mood. I need a new routine. I say that a lot. I wonder what's on the horizon. I need to get busy around this house. I have a reason to go with that. I don't know where I'm going with this. I have no reason to write but I'm just going to ramble. Mama said there'd be days like this. Is there a reason for this to go on. Tell me the reason for being like this. I don't know. I'm too beautiful for this. I'll be okay.
Ten more days and this month is toast. That means the beginning of hurricane season. This is the first year we don't have hurricane insurance. It was just too darn expensive already. We've been paying out the nose for the past 5-10 years. I don't know why. We only got to make two claims and there's no way those claims came even close to covering the cost over the past decade. That's what happened to the insurance companies. They learned how to make money. It's no longer the bargain that it used to be. Well, these are the breaks!
Another Friday and another chance to say "Shabbat Shalom." This is Memorial Day weekend because Monday is the last Monday of the month. It seems like it's coming early. One year ago we were in New Orleans for a wedding. Those were the days. I'm ready to go on another vacation. Is that too much to ask? I think that I'm going to make reservations for a cruise. We're old folks now and that's what oldies do. I took two cruises in one year a couple of years ago so I've been bitten by the cruise bug. Let's do this!
Here we go again. It's Saturday and I'm heading to Costco. I'm only going to spend a very little. That means that by the time I'm done there, I will have dropped close to $200. I'm only buying the bare minimum but the large size items make it impossible to not spend a lot. Meanwhile, I just keep on keeping on. What the what? I'm just rambling again. I have to fill up 100 words after all. That's what I'm doing. It's going to be okay. I'm okay. You're okay. Let's call the whole thing off. I gotta run now.
Memorial Day weekend is a good time for a barbecue. It's the unofficial start of summer. So today we did a barbecue. Steaks, that's what's for dinner. Along with salad and boiled potatoes. We've been eating a lot of potatoes lately. I think it's because His Royal Smallness gets them at the ghetto farmer's market for so cheap. He also bought a bunch of asparagus, so we had that too. It was good. I also got a charcoal chimney from Amazon so I had to use it immediately. It's such a pleasure to light charcoal that way. No stinky liquid!
Man, I just laid in bed all day. And it's getting so freaking hot! I can't believe it. The air conditioner just can't keep up with the heat outside. I think it must have been 90˚ today. What is that all about? Oh yeah, they call it climate change. So, I was lying in bed thinking, "Why is it so hot?" Oh yeah, today is the unofficial first day of summer even though it doesn't really start for almost a whole month. And next week is the start of hurricane season. No wonder I'm so freaking mental. Gotta run now.
Losing track of days, that's what I'm doing. I can't keep up. When each day is the same, it's hard to tell what day of the week it is. The heat is hot and the air is wet. It's miserable. And it's not even June yet. What's a mother to do? Get an abortion! I'm cray. That's a given. I'm stinking. You be stinking. We both know that it's just not right. I just passed the EZ Kwik Kuntry Store and it's now part of Big Daddy's, the place next door that's been there for forever. Go figure. Who knew?
Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. That's a commercial that's being featured now a lot for VW. Ew, I hate them. Helen prejudiced me when she told me they were Nazi staff cars. Them, and Mercedes. I'm in a mood. So, what else is new? I'm in a mood and that's the way it is. I have heartburn. That's a shonda to the neighbors. It was the dry rub in those meatballs. That's not a good thing. Time to hit the library. I need to check out some movies. Books, why not? It's a good thing.
It's a hard knock life for us. Stead of treating, we get tricks. Stead of kisses, we get kicks. That's the way it is. It's a hard knock life. Don't like it feel like the wind is always howling? Don't you want to throw the towel in? No, tomorrow's got to be better. Eh? Santa Claus will be here soon. In about six months. Make my bathroom shine! Ruh roh, that's too much. And you told me it could never be too much. I can't drink enough water. There's not enough water in the Western Hemisphere to dilute that. Thanks!
Shabbat Shalom, baby. I used to think it might be fun to be Shomer Shabbos, but that's ridiculous. It's Shabbat, but the only Shalom I'm doing is the slalom. That makes no sense. That's okay. I'm full of incense. What the what? I miss my BIL. He's done gone home for a week. That's good for him. I'm supposing that I could carry on the way I used to but that's not gonna happen. The next week is going to be interesting. Here comes the real Memorial Day. Wasn't it always on May 30? I'm not sure. But it's okay.
This is the day that we used to celebrate Memorial Day. It was always on May 30 regardless of what day of the week. Then they legalized moving days to Monday holidays and they created pretty much one a month. That was the government's way to tell people to take some time off. I think the whole idea of a five day work week may be finally going away. Of course, it happens when I'm in retardment! It's okay. I think it's funny that the spell check doesn't recognize retardment as a misspelled word. I guess it means something else.
What's the opposite of rabbit rabbit? Isn't there something you should say on the last day of the month? Why is the first day so special, but 31 days later, not so special? I guess the special day is tomorrow when it's the first day of the month again. There's 12 of those each year. It's not really a big deal. Days of the week are just made up phenomena. It's okay. It's not a big deal. I'm okay. Are you? I don't know. Tomorrow is the first day of hurricane season and once again I'm trying to reason with.
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