Bits ‘N Pieces

I haven’t been writing much the last couple of months, obviously. I think things just got busy, and then all I felt like doing was whining. Nobody wants to read my whining on a regular basis, so I just kept my fingers shut. I do have a few sharings, tho.

1. The man who single-handedly set in motion the wheels to end my career is still in power. I’ll call him… umm… Dick for short. A couple of days ago I saw Dick in the parking lot of a local restaurant. He walked right behind my truck, and it was all I could do not to put it into reverse. Seeing him totally ruined the rest of my evening, and that’s just sad. First of all, he’s not hurting from my anger. I am being eaten alive by it, but he smugly goes on his way. Second of all, I wouldn’t take revenge on him even if the opportunity presented itself. I’m not that kind of person, although many times I’d  like to be. Beats the heck out of carrying it inside. Oh, I’ll talk about him, but he can still hurt me, or at least, he can hurt me through hurting other people. He has since tried (twice) to derail a friend’s career as well, even though my friend is no threat to him, and not even his employee. He’s just that nasty. In the second attempt Dick used the friendship as a weapon. My pal tried to convince me, “It’s not about you,” but HELLO? How is it NOT? Cyndi and I have a nickname for him that I can’t print here, but believe me, it would put you off your food for a while. Heh. Meahwhile, if you have some idea how to LET GO OF IT ALREADY, well, I’m interested. Or, if you, ya know, have the name of a reasonably-priced hitman? That would work, too.

2. When one doesn’t see or talk to an adult human for days on end, things get awfully lonely. I’m just saying. And no, the girl in the Taco Bell drive thru does not count.

3. The pool, she is still in the box. The doorway to Hades is in my backyard, based on the thermometer, and when it closes, Pandora’s Box opens and every bloodsucking thing east of the Mississippi makes a beeline for my face. It is not a happy situation.

3. I cannot see my living room floor. I am ashamed of myself for that, but do I change it? No. Pass the Doritos, please.

4. The baby toads in my backyard are SO. STINKIN’ KYOOT!! They bringz teh kyoot lak no todez evar bringz teh kyoot. They’re no bigger than the first joint of my finger, all different colors, little bug-eatin’ wonders. Awesome.

5. My children are sick. Murphy has some upper-respiratory thing goin’ on, Buddy has pink-eye, JP keeps throwing up hairballs. They are all under treatment, but I don’t need any more vet bills. Listening to Murphy grunt in his sleep is kinda sad, cuz I can’t help him more than I am at the moment. I may have no choice but to hit the vet up for more drugs, but he has such a hard time riding in the truck. The motion sickness thing whacks him hard.

6. The power lock on the truck’s passenger door quit working yesterday. Pita when my hands are full of groceries, but not something I will bother fixing. At 145k miles, it’s time some little things went wrong. Just no big things, please?

OK, I guess that’s it for now. See? I told you I didn’t have much to talk about these days. Heat, bugs, loneliness, laziness, things falling apart. That’s pretty much it.

Later, peeps.