Bluesday
Dearest,
I’m okay, the virus or whatever it was seems to have passed. I’m feeling physically better, but mentally, well that’s another story. I’m feeling petulant and pouty, I don’t want to do anything! I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to sleep, I don’t want to do anything, and I don’t want to do nothing either! I’m in a difficult, irascible mood and no one around to annoy. What good is it to be a professional pain in the ass if there is no ass available to pain?
There are not enough hours in a day to do all that I need to get done! Sunday night / Monday morning we had floods, torrential rains on top of mountains of snow. The shop flooded two feet deep. Lots of destroyed equipment, and walls blown out etc. The water took the dumpster out back (tractor trailer sized) lifted it up, turned it 45 degrees and dropped it, it’s pretty awesome actually, they’re gonna need a crane to get it out of there. My car broke Monday as I was navigating all the washed out roads and assorted debris. No Brakes! Of course, I was almost all the way to work when I discovered it. I had to drive all the way back to Jack’s with no brakes and a state trooper escort of course. Then Jack is telling me that it’s time for an oil change. I said “I don’t need to change the oil until spring!” Jack said “It is spring!” As we stood there, knee deep in flood water with the incessant wind blowing the relentless snow into our faces I asked “This is spring?” ”Really?” I guess the good news is that my drainage scheme has worked so far and there is no problem at the house.
I was cleaning out the freezer and I found the chicken broth that you made exactly one year ago. One year ago you were making chicken soup, I can still smell it. I probably should have thrown the chicken broth out but I couldn’t. I accidentally re-arranged all your desktop icons and was worried that you’d be annoyed when you saw it. It hit me like a rock in the head, you were not going to see it, nor be annoyed with me, nor put it back the way you want it, . . .ever.
On top of everything else I’m having sexy dreams! I’m an old man for Christ’s sake! Make them leave me be, that I don’t need.
Hopefully I’ve annoyed you somewhat since that seems to be the only thing that I’m in any mood to do.
Till the wind stops blowing and the snow stops falling I’m still
Your Ken
I’m okay, the virus or whatever it was seems to have passed. I’m feeling physically better, but mentally, well that’s another story. I’m feeling petulant and pouty, I don’t want to do anything! I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to sleep, I don’t want to do anything, and I don’t want to do nothing either! I’m in a difficult, irascible mood and no one around to annoy. What good is it to be a professional pain in the ass if there is no ass available to pain?
There are not enough hours in a day to do all that I need to get done! Sunday night / Monday morning we had floods, torrential rains on top of mountains of snow. The shop flooded two feet deep. Lots of destroyed equipment, and walls blown out etc. The water took the dumpster out back (tractor trailer sized) lifted it up, turned it 45 degrees and dropped it, it’s pretty awesome actually, they’re gonna need a crane to get it out of there. My car broke Monday as I was navigating all the washed out roads and assorted debris. No Brakes! Of course, I was almost all the way to work when I discovered it. I had to drive all the way back to Jack’s with no brakes and a state trooper escort of course. Then Jack is telling me that it’s time for an oil change. I said “I don’t need to change the oil until spring!” Jack said “It is spring!” As we stood there, knee deep in flood water with the incessant wind blowing the relentless snow into our faces I asked “This is spring?” ”Really?” I guess the good news is that my drainage scheme has worked so far and there is no problem at the house.
I was cleaning out the freezer and I found the chicken broth that you made exactly one year ago. One year ago you were making chicken soup, I can still smell it. I probably should have thrown the chicken broth out but I couldn’t. I accidentally re-arranged all your desktop icons and was worried that you’d be annoyed when you saw it. It hit me like a rock in the head, you were not going to see it, nor be annoyed with me, nor put it back the way you want it, . . .ever.
On top of everything else I’m having sexy dreams! I’m an old man for Christ’s sake! Make them leave me be, that I don’t need.
Hopefully I’ve annoyed you somewhat since that seems to be the only thing that I’m in any mood to do.
Till the wind stops blowing and the snow stops falling I’m still
Your Ken
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