Freaky Things

I am back. There are some freaky things going on with this template. It is showing up like some old all text webpage. Those were back in the day, you know those mid 90s and early 2000s which were like the horse and buggy days of internet surfing and webpage layouts. Oh well, I just hope this posts properly. Then again, given my slow brain today, it may not make much of a difference.

It is raining here. The lads baseball game has been cancelled. I am ambivalent about it. I do not mind going and watching. I find it less nerve wracking for me than soccer. I find that when he is on, I pace the sidelines like a caged animal. Then again, I am a pacer. The advent of the cordless phone is one of those thing that I am not sure is good for somebody like me. When phones were attached to the wall or desk/table by a cord, I was forced to sit and talk (or stand in one place, like a dog on a chained up in the yard). Now, I can roam, which means pace as I talk. Really, it more like walk in a circle from the kitchen through the living room through the dining room through the kitchen. You get the idea. It is kind of like the mental patients, can I call them that?, who walk the floor, aimlessly, in a circle. The saddest part is I see the lad does it when he is on the phone, too.

We do need the rain. I will be damned if I will water the weed patch I refer to as a front lawn. In fact, I may have to mow the weeds and clumps of grass. Of course, it is better than the dirt patch I call a back yard. There is no sun back there (it was banished for some strange reason, and it is just our yard without sun) so for some funny reason, nothing, but weeds and moss, grows. It is just lovely back there, but I would not know because I avoid it. It is like a fucking jungle back there.

I like it that way. I get the sense I have gone away to some where exotic when I go back there in the summer time. I did find some lost children there last summer. They were being raised by squirrels so I am not too sure how bright they were, but they sure could climb and jump from tree branch to tree branch. Damn, feral children, go shit on somebody else's property. I may have to lay out the rodent poison for them as well. I could then scoop up the body in a shovel and dump it on the street for the city's animal control people to pick up. I am a responsible citizen. Oh yeah, disregard the poisoning thing, I mean I do not want the cops showing up here if some street urchin-type kid's body should turn up somewhere. That is not my scene, and I am taking the fall for that one. Then again, I could claim multiple personalities and go for the old insanity thing.

Where does that leave me? Pacing the floor in a circle! Just like I am on the cordless phone. I am right back where I started. It is time to get off! Ciao!