Temps were shooting for eighty today, just missed. Humidity got up to forty but dropped off. So fucking what? Yeah, I’m with you on that, buddy.
I saw this guy whacking at his lawn with an axe. When I think of the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’ that’s what I imagine, some cat asking a guy with an axe in his hand doing apparently senseless shit what he’s doing. If the guy even says anything at all I’m betting it’s ‘waiting for a cat.’
I never quite got the saying or prayer or bit of blarney that is ‘May the road rise up to meet you’. What sort of trouble do you have to be in to need the road to rise to meet you. Pushed out of an airplane? Hit that bump doing 120? I’d like to add to that prayer a prayer from Fiddler on the roof, it’d go something like this ‘May the road rise up to meet you, far away from us’.
I may get out of town in the middle of the next month, or go stay with the GF. My daughter is coming to throw away clutter in this house. She made the offer a year ago and, well, she’s coming. I don’t really want to be in the way, though I look forward to seeing her. I’m thinking about way up north, just shy of Canada. Or with the GF if she’s home. Both have obvious advantages.
I keep feeling the tickle to write fiction, but it’s only a tickle, and a bit of a desperate one at that. I mean shit, my lead story here is the weather. I bet I could find a tombstone that says ‘It ain’t the heat it’s the humidity’. I might get buried next door just to have a tombstone. I’m thinking something like ‘Yeah but it’s a dry humidity.’
I could put up songs or type about the pain management clinic, but I already did that. I could make up other things I saw guys doing on their lawn, but I don’t think I’ll beat whacking-with-an-axe, Christ I wish I knew the story to that one. It’s a little early in the season to go barking mad.
I have a bumpersticker that says Wag more; bark less. People should honk their horns as they pass me and smile or give a thumbs up, I do get the occasional finger. Huh. I don’t get passed very often. Maybe I’m going to fast for goofy bumperstickers. Or maybe it need be less the imperative and more the suggestion; Please wag more and do try to bark less, thank you. I don’t know. Some people who wander are lost.
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