There’s been this rotting deer carcass in my neighbor’s bushes for a couple weeks at this point. I checked on it today, and it’s almost down to fur and bones- but there’s still plenty of stench left.
I tried calling the city to come deal with it, and after a few transfers they dead ended me in some construction supervisor’s inbox. Who knows if he even heard it. I tried the county, with much the same routine. Another message left with animal control there. This was a week ago. The carcass carcasses on.
Something about this summer as a whole is following a similar theme. The weather has been oddly dogshit, hopping erratically from unpleasingly cold to unpleasingly hot- unlike the last 4 years straight which had been gorgeous glorious Summer for 5 straight reliable months. Maybe I am getting ahead of myself…it is still only June, month 2 of 5.
The tourists seem to follow the weather. Like they can sense it in their tourist DNA. On sunny days the town is packed to the gills like it had always been that way, then a sudden cold snap and WOOSH!- ghost town again. In the middle of June. Unheard of! Eerie. Unsettling, you might say. Like there’s a rotting carcass in the bushes.
Last weekend was the weekend of canceled plans. Family gatherings feel on the ropes, in general. I am at the tail end of being overworked and just want a week straight of sitting on my little boat in the sun and the silence while fish fight over my worms.
I know I’m worn out, nearly to dust at this point, but the urge to flee is creeping up my spine. Like nothing is right in this house and this world, and I need to get away. To distant lands. To a new ‘everything.’ Away from this rotting corpse in the bushes.
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