And then, sometimes, I'm thinking fuck it. If those eyes want to keep prying, then how is that my fault?
Oh, that's right, because I'm an asshole who, at any second, is bound to write something mean. Or something like that. If there's a different reason, I'd sure like to know it.
Anyway.
It's supposed to be fairly warm the next couple of days. I'm moderately excited about the possibility of going out to my garage with a beer or three so that I can do some navel-gazing. I haven't been out there since the weather got cold in the Fall. I miss it. I miss my swing even more, but that's a different story.
My mood has been mostly weird lately. My thoughts, unfettered. The things I used to think about all the time, they no longer hold my interest like they used to. So, if I go out to my garage and do some serious thinking, there's no telling where my thoughts will go. It's a little scary, sure, but it's also quite interesting to me. There was a time, not too long ago, when my thoughts always went to the same place.
Now, not so much.
You STILL haven't fixed your swing? Geezus man, get on it!
. . . . after you fix it of course, the swing that is.
= )P
posted by: Iron Butterfly | February 18, 2011 10:56 AM
I went out, shortly after the hurricane, to buy new support beams, but nobody had them. I need 8x8 beams 6 feet long. Plus, the beams need to be set in cement and I've never worked with cement before. I have an irrational concern that I'll somehow manage to burn my house down if I try to work with cement by myself.
My sister's husband has said that he'd help me with everything, but it's only been 2.5 years.
posted by: dave | February 18, 2011 11:10 AM
My God, has it really been 2.5 years? Sometimes I forget just how long I've known you.
posted by: NakedGirl | February 19, 2011 12:59 AM
Call me Dave. Don't call me God except for formal occasions. Thanks.
posted by: dave | February 19, 2011 8:47 PM