Everything tastes stale and the band is going home and when did you stop loving me? If the carnival comes to town I’m packing a tent and signing on as a barker. There’s nothing for me here.
Huh. That sentence was lurking. The power went out for an hour yesterday; I didn’t call the board of water and light, I’m still waiting for them to respond to my calls from Christmas. The power came back on and I was into whatever I had been reading so the context of that lone sentence is lost.
I think that’s why newspapers (yes, kids, they used to write all that stuff and make it available as kindling, parakeet cage liner and assorted sundry other uses) use an inverted pyramid; just in case the power goes out. Or maybe they are just making fun of pharaoh.
I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow; I feel the same way about the doctor as I do the board of water and light. I’m not holding my breath (or turning and coughing) waiting for a response.
The daughter is in Oregon interviewing. I pick her up Friday in Day-Twa. Oddly enough I’ve felt like shit for a couple of weeks, betcha I feel fine right before seeing the board of water and medicine.
The students left this weekend. There were big to-dos involving caps and gowns and grain alcohol.
Hmmmm. I got nothing.
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