It’s been a while…
I’ve been MIA for a while, as I am sure a few of you have noticed. (Or not.) I could give you excuses, but I’m not going to. I don’t really have any. I haven’t accomplished much of anything, and yet my days have been filled to the brim with worthless searches and new-found troves of useless trivia. (Yes, we finally got internet back!) Not even good trivia, either. Totally useless bits of knowledge that one couldn’t even use to win a trivia type game. Knowledge like: “Peregrines are large, graceful birds that can reach speeds up to 250 km/hr, making them the fastest creatures on earth.” – http://hypertextbook.com/facts/1999/ChrisSantoro.shtml
Yeah, like that is going to make me a better person. Somehow that is going to unlock the reason my car won’t run, or why the lady from Voc. Rehab. won’t even acknowledge my emails. R-i-g-h-t… Heck, I can’t even imagine a circumstance where that bit of know-how will be even relevant, much less needed. And yet I spend all day on my laptop following up on this sort of thing. And Youtube. And other people’s blogs. And the news. From Florida. Where I have never even been. And emptying my ashtray. Full of cigarettes I can’t afford to buy and yet somehow still seem to every day.
Some months my life sucks.
I went without my vitamin D for almost 3 weeks. It got so bad at the end that I spent almost two entire days in bed. I didn’t cook anything for over a week. Shower? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.
I’m lucky my wife didn’t throw me to the curb wrapped in an old Hefty bag and a few paper towels! Like the guinea pig cage cleanings.
And then one morning I started battling back. I knew better than to even make myself promises at that point. I just decided that I was at least going to get out of bed every morning. As soon as I stood up (well, a few seconds before that, actually) the reason to take a shower hit me. Forcefully. One should not gag at ones own smell. ‘Nuff said. And so I spent a glorious HOUR in the rain locker. The only reason it wasn’t TWO hours is that I started running out of hot(ish) water. And I wanted hot coffee. If we had a better water heater and coffee in a shower-proof container, I would have stayed in there all day!
After clean clothes and a fresh pot or two of premium coffee, (Shawna bought me Zimzilla from City Brew for my birthday) the world seemed a few shades of gray lighter.
That was two weeks ago, and every day has been a little bit better. Not great loads of Happy Happy Joyness, but not so sucky I just couldn’t face it any more, either. I even got a call from a dear friend that lives two hours away. And she came to a dinner that (with help) I cooked! It was even done on time!! (It took me four days to recover, but that is another story for another day.)
So the battle goes on….
God-Awful Poetry next time. I promise.