I’ve been a little under the weather, which is kind of a
strange concept.
I mean aren’t we all under the weather...all the time?
Unless you’re in a plane....or standing on a mountain, looking down into a stormy valley.
So just forget I mentioned anything about the weather, since
it makes no sense, as weather seldom does
Did I mention I’ve been under the weather?
Which might account for some of the delirious references.
I mean the “more than usual” delirious references.
Yeah...nothing serious; just something a kid could deal
with.
So I’ll be fine...once all the W’s on the keyboard stop looking
like baby chickens.
I’ll fill in the details, sometime down the road...which is
another strange concept, because I’d rather just tell you from here, rather
than travel some undetermined distance down the road.
Seems silly.
Good news is: the angry townsfolk have given up carrying torches
along with their pitchforks as they march on my house every night demanding I
be thrown into the street, tied to a rail and banished forever...possibly to
North Jersey.
There was an ugly incident where my neighbor, Howard, from
down the street, got confused in all the hub bub and threw his torch, instead
of his pitchfork and set Marcia from around the corner’s new Pontiac on fire.
Then, in his embarrassment and hurry to apologize, Howard poked Esther–the local
Insurance Broker–with his pitchfork, in an awkward spot and now there’s a whole
neighborhood association ethics committee investigation going on.
So now they pretty much just march on my house carrying placards
the kids have been making as a Holiday art project, at school, since they seem
to have tired of making Santa Tea Cups and Reindeer Cookie Plates.
At least there’s a little more color involved, along with a
festive spirit, as the mob demands I be kicked to the curb and tied to a rail...or
if they can’t find a suitable rail, the back of a UPS truck.
With which Z, who’s at the end of her rope with all my sniveling and
whining, would happily comply...if they didn’t show up just as Jeopardy is about to begin; every
night...like clockwork.
I guess they’re more of a ”Wheel of Fortune” kind of indignant
rabble.
But, now, happily, since I’ve shown a marked improvement in
just a few short days, I’ve heard talk they’re thinking of disbanding as a
horde and reforming as a “Caroling Cluster”.
Which might actually be worse.
I guess it all goes to show, you should never get too
comfortable, because things can change on a dime. Something wicked this way comes...and never count your chickens.
None of which makes any sense, either...so it’s
probably time for my Jello and my mid-day nap, which usually runs into my early
evening nap.
Enjoy the holidays!
I know I am....
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Sometimes I just have to worry about you Brian particularly in your 'Art Duvet' phase. You paint a dystempian picture of a bad dream world where the undercover agent is quilty of a heinous lie in.
ReplyDeleteI'd respond to this, if it didn't make me so sleepy....
Deletenorth jersey, huh?
ReplyDeleteYes...a very strange and mysterious land of Wookies and Princess's, where they announce their recycling on Facebook....
Deleteit's my civic duty, and if i fail to announce then it's pandemonium in good ol' north jersey. not sure if i have ever seen a princess though.
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