I was appreciating the comments on the previous post. My conclusion? A brainless asshole dog is a total waste of space. The owners are humans, dumb thoughtless ones for sure but still human. A dog, on the other hand, is totally expendable. And if dog lovers are offended by this thought…well you don't need to read my blog. LOL!!! I will never ever change my mind. And if I run into any other endless brainless barking jerks, I shall be feeling the same way about them.
But, that being said, I seem to really like 'other people's' dogs. (the not barking ones) I was looking through my pics the other day and I seem to have an awful lot of pictures of dogs I have encountered around the world. And I must admit that I have grown pretty attached to the two critters in my house. Sigh. And now that I have capitulated and started to love them, they are getting really really old and won't be around for much longer. You can't win.
I had the most ridiculous thing happen tonight. Thank god there are no cameras around. I had a large laundry basket of clothes to go down stairs. I scooped it up and started down the stairs and my slippered foot totally slipped off the edge of the second or third stair. To compensate for the very sudden unexpected lack of ground purchase, I threw my arms straight up in the air and quickly sat down on the top stair (as opposed to going ass over tea kettle…and at my size and age that wouldn't have been pretty) The very packed laundry basket exploded clothing everywhere and the basket flipped upside down and landed on my head. And then…I slid, rather rapidly, right to the bottom. It happened so damned fast I didn't have time to even think! I sat crumpled on the bottom stair, basket on head in a heap of dirty rank clothes..in shock. But then, after tossing the stupid basket off my head, I started to laugh, which after a minute or two turned to crying then back to laughing.
Now I did take industrial first aid once and I never forgot the story about the guy who had something very shocking happen to him and he seemed fine but when he didn't show up at his house next door they found him dead, half way home…from shock. I do believe that was kind of what I was feeling right then…supreme shock. Then…right in the middle of all this stupid silly drama I had a uncontrollable coughing spasm. So holding my eyeballs so they wouldn't pop out, coughing so hard I got a terrible charlie horse in my right rib cage, I managed to stand up and dash to the nearest chair to sit…the only way I can get rid of a charlie horse. It took a full five minutes for me to get my sh-t together enough to get the laundry going. I would sincerely like just one drama free day.
I practised the piano. Its hard. The way my piano is made, the music sits up very high. And I have to read the music through the lower part of my bi focal glasses. AND I have to shut my right eye. Any close work, like right now typing this, I have to shut my right eye or everything is double. So when I am sitting there playing, my head is cricked way back most uncomfortably, head cocked to one side, one eye shut. Seriously…its hard enough playing under normal circumstances, but head contortions and double vision are going to make this a true challenge. And I know I look ridiculous whilst playing…so maybe no concerts for people after all. You lucky folks that may come to visit!
Tomorrow I must go to Home Depot and pick up the tile I bought for the bathroom. They have been phoning me for two weeks now…the calls getting increasingly insistent. They probably don't want to store them there anymore. And I do believe its time to go to the counter place and get that ball rolling. I miss Spod. I didn't realize how much I depended on his nagging me into action. He would be horrified at how long it has taken me to go get the tile and order the counter. All I ever did was complain about his nagging, I didn't realize how much I actually needed it.
Well I think I shall put a comma in it here (as my mom always said) I have a headache…I spent a great portion of today reading, thus one eye shut, and that is getting sore and tired. TTYL
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