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Rabbit, rabbit, baby. Yeah, that is the way it goes. The first thing out of your mouth on the first day of the month is superstitious. Yea, why would you do it otherwise? It's not brain science. I am trying to remember back to 1977 when I got married on this day. That was not the greatest move because I was separated like a year later. And there was a baby. That bundle of love came to live with us. And then we raised him up to be a good member of society. The rest is history. That's it, dude.
I played hookey from work today and I felt so good doing it! I went with my BIL to the Keys for a road trip. It was a total trip. I'm glad I went. At first, I didn't want to go but then I said what the hell? So we had a large day and bought more stone crabs for dinner tonight. I forgot that BIL brought like four pounds of jumbo stone crabs last night. We feasted outside. It was glorious. We saw the face of Gd! It was special. I'm so happy that BIL came for a visit!
I had told my boss that maybe I would be in today but I sent a text saying that just wasn't going to be possible. I went to Costco with my BIL and afterward I went to see the doctor. He gave me a thumbs up because my points were down, but my weight was up. I told him that BIL had been plying me with stone crabs and other goodies. He said to reign it in! I know. I'll be glad when he goes back up north. He is definitely a bad influence on my eating (and smoking) habits!
Saturday and BIL went to play in Pennekamp Park. We had a slow day recuperating from his excesses. Of course, he came back later and made us more craziness of eating gluttony. Oh, he goes back tomorrow and not a day too soon. I think the next time he comes, I am going to make him eat plant based. That he could never do. He is adamantly against it. I told him that we had a lovely bean soup and he was not impressed. It was totally vegan. I am going to go vegan for the next three months. Yeah!
Back to work tomorrow after like four days off. I don't want to work. I want to bang on the drum all day. BIL left today but not until we went to put on the feed bag one more time at the Bagel Bar. We each ate a combo! That's something that I usually split with HRS and I ate the whole freaking thing! I haven't been able to eat anything else for the rest of the day. I did go to Starbucks and had a frappucino with my rewards. That was good. Then I came home and I'm crashing!
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Are they cooking squirrel? I saw an episode of Andrew Zimmern where they did. And pigeons. And other things, but not cats and dogs. That's what I don't get. Why do they think it's okay to kill and eat certain sentient beings and others get spared the ax. It's a real conundrum. Wait one minute. I am having a craving for a burger. Oh, I suppose I could go get some barbacoa. They will call it anything except animal death. That's not delectable. But all vegetables are delectable, if prepared properly. How did this get to be a vegan screed?
It was a long long time ago, so nobody cares anymore. It's okay. That happens all the time. But that means that if "they" don't remember, then it will be easier to have it be repeated. Let the games begin. We will prevail. I wonder. I wander as I wonder. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. It's all going to work out. I don't know about you, but I feel fine. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. Don't worry. Be happy. If you just give me a moment, I'll be back.
A day with HRS is a day like no other. And we didn't fight once. What happened? It was like a truce. We ended up going to three retail establishments and not having one single argument. I like that. We can get along. I know it's not easy, but it can be done. We are not even trying and that's the best part. Of course, conversation has become stilted. That's a product of compromise. It will all work out in the end. I don't worry any more. I don't worry any less. What's the use of worrying? What's the use?
Happy Veteran's Day. I am a vet. I used to go to the veterans parade in Miami Beach. I realized that only old men go to those things. That means that this year, I can finally go! I'm officially old. I turned 65 this year so maybe I'll fit in more. Maybe I can pick up a young whipper snapper. That's a good one, eh? Well, that's the ticket. I don't know about you, but I am going to be there. I think it will be a fun time. C'mon, take me to the Mardi Gras. I can feel it.
I know what I see and I hear what I hear. I understand in my own way. We all create our own reality. There is realism in everything we do and say. We are realistic. I don't live in a psychic bubble. That's the truth. There you go. And a big blowing of the tongue. They're going to build that. Don't worry. They go through the motions but people have patience, especially when it comes to making money! Oh we can wait just a little longer. Gimme, gimme, gimme. Wanna burger? I'm tired of this silliness. Please, not now, okay?
I don't like to watch the ambulance chasers advertise on television but they opened the floodgates and only a few are actively advertising. I wonder if it makes a difference in their bottom line. I want to drive over to where that man was shot to death in the water by the police. I think it's a travesty, but life goes on. You have the right not to be killed. Murder is a crime, unless it is committed by a policeman! Those are lyrics to "Know Your Rights" by The Clash. I remember those words are kind of creepy now.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. It's always fun to start the day at Starbucks. I mean, really start the day! I was there at 0530 with my good friend Danee. She declared that it smelled like sour milk and walked out. I wanted to get her a coffee but she refused. I sat and drank outside for a moment and then she decided it was too breezy so we went back to her car and here I am writing about the incident. It seems so long ago and yet it was only minutes ago. That's life for ya!
It's already 0922 and I still haven't written today's 750 words. I just sent an email to the community garden giving up my box. That made me sad. I have a bad of roasted carrots for breakfast. I have already eaten a bag of popcorn. It was smaller than a snack bag! I'm drinking my second cup of coffee and I am shocked at how late it is already! Where did the time go. Time flies whether you're having fun or not. Well, I'm having a gay old time but I don't know what else is new. That's the way.
I think the whole sexual harassment thing that's going on in this country right now signals how the pendulum has swung back to the far right. It's sad that these things that have been taken for granted for so long. I love drinking cofeve every morning. I need to get a second cup. Yeah, that's the ticket. Hey, where's the delete button? There's none. Where's the edit button? There is not one. This is raw! How long have I been doing this thing here, writing day after day about personal things? It's time to go back and re-read some.
Did I ever write that Mr. R considers 17 as his lucky number. I wonder if he even knows that today is November 17. I'm going to visit a friend who is in a bad way. And then I have no plans. Maybe I'll do a double mitzvah and go see my other pitiful friend who has been begging me to help her paint her apartment for weeks already. It would have to be a surprise! What other way would there be? I'm going to get up and do. It's time to get busy. I'm ready to roll. Go me.
I don't like it when people refer to weather as crisp. There's nothing crispy about a cold snap. It's just cold and sunny. If they want to call it crisp, I guess there's nothing wrong with that. Meanwhile, on a Saturday I just ponder the meaning of life. I can't believe that next week is Thanksgiving. The year is almost done. Soon it will be 2018. I find it even harder to believe some 17 years later that we are in the 21st century. I used to Capitalize the word Century. Isn't that adorable? It means nothing. That's it. Yeah.
I am so fucking happy. That's a total and complete lie. I'm so miserable, it's unbearable. This is the feeling that suicidal people get. They get so low that they think there's no better way than to just end it all. I have thought of suicide many many times in the past, but I have never activated that thought. Meanwhile, I'm wondering where I put that prosthesis. I have a falsie. And I took it off and put it down and forgot where I put it. That has not really happened before. I guess I was in a mood yesterday.
This week will fly. I feel in it my boner. Top of the morning to you, thanks for reading these words. When you read these words, will I be gone? I don't know my expiration date, but I continue to write as long as I am able. I need to do more. That's what today's society makes everyone think. You can do it! You can do more! Get up and go! Start now and things will go your way. It's time to get going. I have to go. I'll be back tomorrow to write another 100 words. Yay, go me!
Lard have merry! It's that time of year. Soon it will be new year's day. That's an official holiday. Why? I think it's because so many people take the opportunity to have a blow out to send off that year behind 'em. It's a year for excess. We have an excessive president. And the fish rots from the head. We are a stinking mess. Why did Donald Trump become our president? It's a national nightmare. And I wrote his name! I'll be okay. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. Soon it will be new year's day. It will inevitably.
Today was always a day marked by sadness. The sadness that happened in 1963. Anyone who was alive on that day knows what I mean. The world stood still. The impossible happened. And today there are such horrors going on all around us that we are totally numb! It's okay. That's the way of the crumbled cookie, if you know what I mean. I'm just writing to get this done and get to 100. The counter just climbs! I can do it. The hard part is getting to exactly 100. That's the hardest part of this exercise. I wish it.
It's the day for us to declare what we are thankful for. I am among those who think that it's wrong to declare that the United States made peace with the Native Americans. They were systematically slaughtered and sequestered into camps. I'm glad that they are getting to reap large rewards from their casinos. I'm thankful that I had the initial good fortune to be born white and fairly wealthy. I am by no means rich, but I sure am well off and I enjoy white privilege. I don't feel any guilt. It was all fate. And now it's time.
The day after Thanksgiving is just a regular day. Oh yeah, it's black Friday. It's also Buy Nothing Day. I did it again. I bought nothing. I feel so proud of me. What did I do? Besides taking care of the cats on Brickell, I came home and laid in bed all day. I did absolutely nothing. It's becoming a lost weekend. I almost went to Starbucks and bought a coffee but I remembered that I'm not supposed to buy anything today. That's a good me. I follow the rules. Soon I will be going to Iceland. That's a trip!
Today is the last Saturday of November. Soon it will be December. There is almost another week left but it's all part of the downhill slide to 2018. My new phone arrived yesterday, but I don't want it. So I'm going to return it to the Apple store and buy something else. Maybe, no maybe. I still am making payments on the last one. But it's time to get a new phone. I've had that one a good two years. That's a lifespan for a cell phone these days. Oh well, I'll see. What will be, will be. Que sera!
Sunday Sunday, so good to me. I gotta keep on keeping on. That's the only way to go. It's better than the alternative. I can make it one more day. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. I just had a vision of myself as a 90-year-old man. That was a stone trip. That's what I get for even thinking about that shite. I don't need to worry about the future and I turned over the past to the lard so there's only one thing to think about and that's the present. It's a gift! That's why they.
It's yet another Monday. It's the last Monday of the month of November. It's also the first day back at work after having four days off. The day after Thanksgiving has become a de facto holiday. It doesn't make sense to go back to work after having a day off. Plus, it's become a day of excess. Excessive eating and drinking are not good. That's the wisdom that comes with having done it for a long time. No more. That was then and this is now. I have to go do the right thing. It's the right thing to do!
I feel the year slipping away. Well, it is. Before we know it, it will be December and soon it will be New Year's Day. I wonder why that is a holiday. The first day of the year. I guess it's a good way to start the year. Just take a day off and get it on. I'm taking the week before and the week after off from work. I am taking two whole weeks. I haven't done that ever before. I wonder how much they will pay me. Whatever I have left! That they pay part time is great.
Here comes December. I'm just going through the motions of living through November waiting for the next month. It's the most wonderful time of the year. I have to get busy. I wish we would celebrate something. I'm going to NYC for Xmas and then to Iceland for New Year. I invited HRS to go with me but he didn't want to so I told him I would go without him. It's costing me about $2K. That's the cost of having a good time these days. If you don't spent at least $1K, then you're doing something wrong. Oh, yeah.
It's already been one week since we gave thanks and I'm already feeling bitter hateful and angry. I'm going to work this morning instead of this afternoon because the boss lady asked me and I don't mind getting off at 2 p.m. It gives me more time to get into trouble. Plus, I can go have a frou frou lunch on my own. That's the ticket! I can't wait. It's going to be a brand new day. Time to get it rolling. I'm writing as I am walking out the door. First, a shower and then I'm off. Ciao!
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