I got wrapped up in my day yesterday. A few years back, hmmm, a couple times over the last few couple years back (that is a handful of years, toss them into the river of time and watch them plink and then take another handful …) I made a solid commitment to ‘journal’ daily. I mean write at least once a day. It was not a commitment to the public, in fact, if put to a democratic process I think the voting journal reading public would have insisted I not. You know how those things go, a ballot usually only has the two multiple choice questions; Yea or Nay. It should be Yay! Or Neigh! But it’s not. Voting like airport security is taken very seriously. A ballot with multiple choice, however, might have voted in Haredawg should only write when he has shit to say, which averages out to, maybe four times a month and three of those times it’s not good or interesting stuff to say.
Hmmmm. I wonder if I could sell a macro key that instead of putting up quotation marks puts up wiggling finger bunny ears, you know, air quotations. It seems the two words I just italicized in the above paragraph could benefit by sarcastic bunny ears but would suffer under the harsh light of plain old quotation marks.
Oh, yeah, back to the regularly scheduled nonsense … yeah, no. The commitment was from me and for me and like all things in this world, as you all are so slow to recognize that it seems almost like you aren’t recognizing it on purpose, are about me. That’s the first person corpulent me, so adamantly me I’m a halof shot of tequila away from “…I Haredawg Drools being of mind and body that makes sounds do solemny swear …” How exactly does one solemnly swear. Do you take off your hat, stare at your shoes, take a dramatic pause before saying “motherfuck, with all due respect, motherfuck”.
Yeah, so, anyhow, the intent of the daily stuff was if you stop doing something daily it eventually fades to doing it when you feel like and you feel less like it the longer the gaps and … I like to keep my wits sharp. Before any ‘That ship has already sailed’ or any reference to barn doors and which critters left while they were open --- Yep, I bunny ear Got it bunny ear. I mean that’s exactly point. The lucidity and clarity that is already staying away in droves …? Those two would stay away even harder in even more driven droves,
I missed yesterday. I mean I didn’t write a bunny ear entry bunny ear. In a broader more pervasively snafu sort of way I missed yesterday as in I had my back turned and by the time I looked back around it was gone. I missed yesterday in the sense that one misses the large porcelain waist high thing in mens rooms at drinking establishments, which is to say, not entirely, but some. There’s a reason why the expressions are “Close enough for Jazz (and/or government work” and “Almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes.” Nobody really wants to do the math of how much recycled alcohol made it into the proper channel. Like the ballot it seems to be all or none. The floor is wet, but not ankle deep and --- see? This pearl of wisdom would have been lost … oh.
There are a couple of stupid online games I play where you really do get rewarded for just showing up once a day. Miss one day and it takes a week to gain back the trust of the fake mafia, the fake money, and the horribly sad shut ins to whom the game is so important (you’d think that’d just be smarmy hyperbole, I’m thinking with this game not so much. As a social construct modern life is such where one could survive, even thrive after a fashion, with no actual contact, no physical presence of another person or other creature likely a nicer creature possibly not quite as intelligent. )
I had shit to do yesterday, important shit as it turns out. Not urgent important shit, no running into burning buildings, but, you know, Norman Rockwell important, like the old guy in suspenders fishing with the kid in suspenders and … Yes, kids, we all had trouble keeping our pants on in the day. May you be so blessed that your finest hours don’t even need pants.
I grandwhelped most of the day, grandwhelp, two beagles and tiny rescue pit girl dog. I think naming a dog Bella is a mistake. It’s impossible, for instance, to pass a bag of dogfood without saying “Chow, bella?”Oh. Yes, it would be worse yet if the dogs breed were chow. Hadn’t thought of that, “Chow bella chow” or some bunny ears Ciao Bella Chow.
There was some ball tossing ( catch) and some foot shuffling (short flat hike to a froze over swamp) but mostly there was talking about impending stuff. He’s a really good kid. For them what ain’t had kids, really good kids scare the bejesus out of you. No one cares if the world treats a really bad human with indifference, but a really good kid ….? You hold your breath every single second until … well shit, I don’t know, I haven’t exhaled yet.).
There is important shit going on with other people too, I mean that I’m associated with and yeah being up in other people’s business bunny ear IS bunny ear my business.
All right, this qualifies as a thing. Maybe by mid morning or midweek I’ll have something to say and actually say it.
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