You getta line, I'll getta pole, honey... you getta line, I'll pole, baby baby.. You getta line and I'll getta pole, well go fishin' in the crawdad hole, honey, baby mine.
That really has zilch to do with this blog, but it did cross my brain... and yeah, I can still kinda hear my granny happily singing it... That said, I ain't a feeesherman, I NEVER grabbed, picked up a crawdad as a kid, eww... you could fish, honey, baby, mebbe I'd giveya a backrub. Or sumpin.
Many years ago I was an idiot. To that, I can just hear you (See? I hear voices) saying "Victor, it ain't been years since you were an idiot." Yeah true, but, hey, it's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Many years ago... Ten or so years in fact after my mother passed... my father found a nice lady for female companionship. Internally, I acted 13. WHAT? (I never said to anyone.) YOU AIN'T MY MOM! (didn't say that neither, but, you get the idea.) I never ever said a terse word to my father... she was a nice lady... Dad probably read my mind and explained without me ever saying anything, "Victor.... some days I'll go three days without talking to anyone."`
Oh MANNNNNNN.. note to self, call dad more often. She was wonderful for, with him. And, vice versa.
Victor, like always.... whereinthehell are you going with this? Thanks, I think, for asking. WE ARE ALL DIFFERENT. (Gee Victor, thanks for that revelation). Bite me. Some are coupled longterm. Some are living in sin because they're perverts (jk) or, because two income checks are better than one in these days of high housing costs... there are extended families living together... friends... cousins, siblings, yada.. . some might have a kajillion kids running around and you seek, obtain quiet by locking yourself into the guest bedroom to read a good book.. (liar... watching porn ain'tya, WE know.) .. situations are different.
With mine (sit-ye-ation)_, I DON'T hear voices. (Other than that one redheaded freckled faced wrinkled up 73 year old who talks to himself, asks, questions his every move (did I say something to make him, her mad? Was what he/she said mean, or, teasing? I know. I drive myself crazy. (Wanna come along!?)
Soooooooooooooooooooo........ (a needle pulling thread, just for Larry L. because he always says I forgot to add lyrics to a blog).......
Sooooooooooooooo......... the phone will ring. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I hate the phone! Besides, I don't know anyone from area code 660. (I recently looked into prearranged cremation... now they're driving me nutso, calling daily.) NOOOOOOOOOOOO, I ain't ready for that... yet... to everything, urn, urn, urn, there is a reason, urn, urn, urn. (YW Larry)...
So........ with no one to bitch about "Are you almost done peeing, I gotta go REAL bad", or, "Whadda you wanna have for dinner tonight?.... I dunno, you?"... Or, there's no one to give that gleam, accompanied by raising the eyebrows twice invitingly.. "NO, and DON'T EVEN START." See? I have recall!
Or mebbe even, "Hey honey, wanna take a walk up around The Square?".. Ahm, DID YOU LIKE JUST GET HERE? It's 39 degrees out. Oh yeah, sorry, my bad.
Life is seemingly about communication, miscommunication, MsCommunication, Mr Communication.. He's quiet, she's loud, I can't stand listening to that one, better to be thought a fool than to open mouth and insert foot. Which, reminds me, I gotta clip these damn toenails. HEY! Sorry.. YOU might have SEVEN people where you live to share crap, I got nada. None. Zip. Na'r a one.
Soooooooooooooooooo, I go. I get the hell out just to hear voices. I go the the Community Center just to hear voices. Yes, I have gone and not even exercised. Gotta prob with that?! Exercise is overrated, it's mostly about diet. See my belly? At the Center, usually, hot tub, followed by walking in the water, then sauna. Victor, no one asked. Sorry. Thought I hearda voice, my bad. And, whilst there may be 8 of us sitting, enjoying the hot tub, it's like onea my buddies says (believe it or not) "You are deathly quiet in public"... I don't care, at least i hear voices.
Or to.......... close your ears....... my favorite watering hole. Two beers max. OK, if it's a sports event and it's going into extra innings, overtime, yada, mebbe three, max. COM ER AD ER IE. Voices. I hear live people.
Victor? Are you being a whiny butt about your life? NOOOOOO!.. mebbe. I don't say nuttin' to no one though. Sure, uh huh. You just put it on checkenginelight so all your damn contacts see, read, not to mention the two thousand a day or so that inadvertently log into checkenginelight to see howta fix their car. Duh. Nope, you don't tell no one.
It's my life and I'll do what I want. It's my life and I'll think what I want. Hey, did I hear Eric?
I hear voices. I don't hear voices. Fortunately, you dadgum wanna-buck-for-cremation callers, I don't see dead people yet.
If you're ever out and about seeing the USA in your Chevrolet... and the checkenginelight comes on....... put electric tape over it. Cuts out the glare, and, you ain't gotta answer to no one.
Love, Victurd
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