i talk to myself. excuse me.
Excuse me? You mean like, while you kiss the sky?
Nope.
Excuse me, like, you farted?
Well, I did (very perceptive you are) butt that ain't it either. EXCUSE ME that I type here, some would call it, ahm, TMI I think it is. But, you, blog... are like 'my wife', I ain't gots nobody else to talk to.
Carry on wayward son............ I guess.
Thank you, I will, and, I woulda, even if you denied, grumped, groaned. Ha.
My day started with "I HATE WORDLE." Happens, with frequency.
Then, why do you play?
Because I LIKE WINNING. I don't, very often, but when I do, YIPPEEE!
Yesterday,,,,,,,,,,
All your troubles were so far away?
No. Clear and present danger, I struck out on Wordle. Gets worse, I am old, hear me roar. I'm planning a golf tourney for folks from Liberty. Been going thru Facebook history, online, yada.. .to find, save photos, articles (hopefully interesting to all) about the History of our town to share.
To library. Two and one-half hours, digging thru emails, Facebook, adorning with descriptions, stories, to transfer those photos to their printer. Dime a copy. That I can afford. Whew, finished. Walked to printer. Said 31 copies, yet I owed $6.80. Eh whatever, was prolly multiple on some pages... anyways, 'tapped' to pay (still ain't used to that') printed..... zoom zoom zoom they came, blank side up... peeked at one or two... blank... peeked again, whew, had some print on it. All good.
Desire for nicotine led me to fetch em all up, go to car (versus stand, peruse all before I left.) Get to car, light cig. Turned docs over. 68 of em. None, legible. All blurred, all with wet ink. I laughed. (What else ya gonna do?)
Three, count 'em, THREE grandkids to go swimming where I work. Not all that long ago the 15 minute ride would be accentuated by "OK, let's see who can find first, a motorcycle, a flag, a cow and a license plate from Iowa." The second half of this year they will turn 10, 14 and 16. Bosh on the 'who can find' idea. Six, count em, SIX eyeballs glued to Androids and IPhones, Fortnight, Kidz Bob and who knows what else. So, I just smoked cigs and drove.
Once to pool, don't vote me for "Great grandparent award". Nope. I ain't gettin' wet. I smoked cigs on the deck whilst they played, and mostly made sure youngest didn't drown.
Father's Day had been mentioned earlier, but we never really discussed it. On that same ride home, I placed myself in their shoes, and in mine. No father for them for Father's Day. Way too young. Apple carts tip over. The only bitter one I tasted (prolly one'a them green ones) was my son and I driving to Topeka the last two years of his life, only to be turned away (time and again) from seeing them. I consider myself resilient, but I'll never lose that bad taste.
The very bottom line to all of this... Life is what it is. We all witness varying forms of lives our friends grew up within......... wonderful/distant/crappy/absent/The Best, etc.. family situations... Somehow, decent human beings come out.
With love can and usually does come hurt. By and by, life is pretty dayum grand. Even when Wordle sucks, printers suck, kids that usedta not all long ago usedta be babies, grow up.
Life's a great ride if you've got the struts and the shocks for it.
The entire time I've been writing to you honey (remember, my blog is my 'wife') wonderful thunder has been rumbling in the background. Today, actually more fitting, peaceful than the usual youtube Stevie Nicks, Freddie Mercury and Ray, What'd I say, Charles.
Listen up....... and watch for deer, dear.
Love, Victurd
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