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Christmas lately seems to be a pain in the butt. I can’t get my SO to give me hints or a list for gifts. This has been a running 18 year battle. I ask. He says he’ll think about it. I ask. He says he’ll think about it… You get the picture. Happens for birthdays too.
Christmas at work has almost become farcical. Can you actually wish someone a Merry Christmas? Our Christmas party this year was a “Holiday Team Building Event” at which Santa appeared, told naughty jokes, and we did a Yankee gift swap.
My folks are coming over for Christmas and I have no idea what to make to eat. My SO wants tuna. My folks are beef and potato kinda peeps. I just want peace and quiet for the day. Ever since we got the house, my SO thinks we should entertain the world. His idea of entertain is to invite then sit back and watch. I cook, clean, put everything together… But enough of the bitchin’.
Merry Christmas everyone! Happy Holidays to those who don’t…
Ciao
“I coulda’ killed you. You’d be dead right now if I hadn’t of hit my brakes.” Words no one should hear after flashing lights and siren pull you over in the dark. I’m still a little shocked after the incident.
I always wondered what it would be like to have the authority to pull over someone who “failed to yield the right-away”. Us mere mortals, only get to yell, flip, and drive on muttering. But as a Police Officer, you get to do an illegal U-turn, almost cause an accident, and terrorize helpless civilians.
I guess I should be grateful that after I made a stupid call in judgement, after a distracted moment, I got off with a warning. The little snot declared that if he had given me a ticket, I would have lost my license and just “what the hell was I doing in his state anyways”.
I’ve been thinking about this for several days now and can come up with no reason why he was so angry, hostile, and down-right scary rude. He had the gun. I didn’t say anything. I told him what I was doing as he shined his flashlight in my eyes. I made no sudden movements. I just don’t get it. He scared the bejeezus out of me and that makes me angry.
After he drove off, I made it to a well-lit place, pulled over, and indulged in a small nervous breakdown. I still had several hours of night-driving yet to get home.
Was he having a bad day? Was he annoyed? I didn’t know it was any of his business what I was doing in ‘his state’. Maybe he was pissed I scared him? I just don’t get it.
1 1/2 acres grass
3 1/2 acres trees
7 mammoth oaks
a bazillion leaves
50 bazillion acorns
a squirrel convention
1 rake
1 fine set of blisters
another set of blisters
leaves raked
priceless
Today is my birthday. Happy Birthday me.
I took off work to celebrate. Got gloomy almost immediately as a crisis at work took the morning and the weather was downright ugly. But as I sat there fighting through the issues, I gazed outside. Even if Mother Nature was pouting, she sure was putting on a show. The fall leaves were in full change. The sky was an angry scudding backdrop while all colors flew by the windows. Acorns pelted off the roof and squirrels were holding on for dear life.
I grabbed my camera and made for the outdoors. I couldn’t capture all the colors that were around me. My hair was flying into the picture. But I didn’t care. The wind was exhilarating. The sky was beautiful. The sun was popping in and out of the cloud cover causing the reds and greens to glow.
Then it dawned on me. I was damn lucky to live where I do. I have a beautiful home on 5 gorgeous wooded acres. The sheer joy of being alive overwhelmed me.
Happy Birthday me.
I’m bummed. No other way to describe it.
Lately I’ve been walking around with that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’ve not said anything “right” in days and have been getting weird looks at work. “Change is good”, keeps shouting a voice in my head. Why is change good? Why can’t I go to my favorite restaurant and find my favorite dish? Why can’t I expect Thanksgiving dinner to be the same enjoyable way it has been for the last 5 years? Why can’t my job be challenging and happy like it was last year? Why every time I wonder why, am I listed as a stick in the mud? Ever notice that change is only good to the changer not the changee?
Laundry is calling…
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 