Well, what an exciting month it has been, almost, since my last visit here. No, not really. I think I reported on the WHAM! collision that made us a one-car family again, just signed that vehicle off as junk today, huzzah. Saved myself several hundred dollars in storage fees- I think the body shop guy was doing me a favor, I think -but when the case comes to court- Oh, yeah, I'm not just forking over another hundred dollars or so and taking the attendant points on my driver's license lying down. That light was yellow, not red, and I intend to stand up in the office of the district magistrate and say so out loud. After that I'll sit down, wait for the crack of the gavel- Do they still do that in court, I wonder? I guess I'll find out... -and then I'll fork over the hundred or so dollars and take the points on my driver's license for running a red light that was yellow, by thunder. -will having junked the car impact the outcome of the proceedings? I doubt it.
In other news, my mother-in-law had herself a little house fire. She insists it was only smoke but you know the old saw, 'Where there's smoke...' At any rate, the fire department made the proclamation that the domicile was not fit for human habitation until such time as the wiring and other structural problems were reconciled and so mother-in-law- a woman of, how shall I put it?, no slight interpersonal skills but rather tenuous family connections -is camped on the sleeper sofa in the living room. Makes my habit of late night movie viewing or early morning tea and toast untenable for the nonce so I'm spending more time goofing off in my little toy lab or on the computer at night and sleeping in mornings. Not a good habit to get in to, I'm missing Andy Griffith among other things. On the plus side, it's one more happified breakfast customer for the self-proclaimed Breakfast King of my address, moi. Of course, that's usually around lunchtime instead of when most of the rest of the civilized world is having breakfast!
Got some drawings on the horizon again, watch for those to appear in the long dormant Bittersweet Studio folder over at my PhotoBucket cache ere long. There are times when I get afeared that nothing will happen when I finally put pen to paper, the periods between real exercise for those muscles is so protracted. Not thatI don't get any encouragement in that arena, just not from anybody close to home! Besides that, I'm actually catching up on a spate of homespun playthings, people been in the wings for a month or, in some cases, months while I get my act together or bug the two or three craftspeople I've managed to corral to lend their skills or products to my little sideways endeavor.
Other than that and a weeklong-turning-into-two-weeks spell of back spasms that reminds me all too vividly of my warehousing and FedEx truck loading days that seemed to come from nowhere, life is good. I make a point of having some real fun every day- whether it's dusting one of my collected gewgaws, re-reading some laugh-out-loud Calvin and Hobbes strips or tying a string to the cat's favorite stuffed mouse and then to her tail and watching her spin circles trying to catch it -and once in a while I still have dreams during sleep. Boy, I had a whopper the other night, seemed about six hours long and consisted of six or seven long scenes but I've forgotten it all by now. I should have written it down right away or at least made some notes.
And, finally, in a strange case of 'never say never', the guy who never watches football unless it's because he needs a Sunday afternoon nap, watched a goodly part of the Super Bowl. That's right... believe it... or not. Why, you ask? Because several weeks, a month ago I made the mistake of mentioning to my football mad son that as a lad I once had a NY Giants football helmet which- according to him -automatically made them 'my team', even at this late date. So it was with some small smidgeon of interest that I watched part of the game that cinched their participation in the 'big game' and, I admit, a mite more interest during the last minute win on Sunday. I'd even go so far as to say I was actually quite 'gleeful' for their win, mostly because now I won't have to listen to his incessant braggadacio over Tom Brady and the Patriots and 'The Perfect Season' with a capital 'P' and how 'They ROCK!!!' and 'Boo-Yahhhh!' with both arms raised in a 'V' and on and on.
That would have been insufferable, to say the least. So, a heartfelt 'Thank you.' to Eli Manning and company. Thaaaank you. Take that trip to Disney World, spend that big bonus in some sunny locale and, above all, flash that ring, baby.
And there you have it. Another small, insignificant chapter from the center of the known universe. Thanks for your attention. Now go back to what you were doing...
