I am almost done with my planter
Yes, this is the planter I started on three weeks ago! Every time I go out to move dirt, it rains. We have had two days of almost sunny weather, so I was able to move some dirt today.
And my arm is killing me.
Which reminds me of when I would say to a fifth grader: " Does your face hurt?" When they asked why, I'd say "Cause it's killing me!" They usually only answered me once, then ignored me whenever I asked the question. They'd warn other kids not to answer. It was a keep them on their toes type question.
But I plan to finish tomorrow. Yes, the sun will be out. Yes, the dirt is still damp, Yes, it will be hard. But it will get done.
I had seven things to do on my to do list two weeks ago. There are still six items left. The list is getting so old, it is actually at antique status.
After the planter, I plan to fill in along the driveway and clean the garage.
Neither is as easy as it sounds.
I have filled in along the driveway before, but the dirt keeps disappearing. I have to put dirt and some grass seed, but I know as soon as I plant the grass seed we will go into a drought.
That's my luck.
And cleaning the garage? Could be a huge time eater. I will have to have a space for garage sale items, a space for Kane County items, a space for Emily items, and a space for what in the hell am I going to do with this stuff.
Emily is lucky in a way. She has the opportunity to have a clean garage, without all the crap that accumulates. I have five sprayers. Two don't work. One is brand new and does not work. I can't find the receipt. This is a one gallon sprayer with a two foot host for the inside....just makes no sense. I am going to have to call the company and ask them about it.
I have a fountain for my porch that has not gone out in three years. I love the fountain. I will put that out soon. But then again, why hurry? When we get back from Chocolateland there will only be about 6 weeks of porch weather, and I'll just have to put it away again.
Oh well. Someday I'll have it all figured out.
Someday.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
truckin, on the open road
I have always wanted to see the Grateful Dead
I think it was 1995....at least it is for this story.
A bunch of us were heading down to West Virginia (cue the banjos) for a rafting trip.
Someplace in Indiana, or Ohio, we saw Deadheads on their way to a concert....maybe in Columbus, Ohio. That doesn't matter. (Then why bring it up? you ask.)
The band had just finished a Solder Field. (The Deadheads might even had been on their way home from the Chicago concert, which might have been the last on their tour that year.)
Anyway, I said to myself: You have to see the Dead in concert. Live. Join the carnival. Live. (Note: this word had two pronounciations, one spelling. I used both pronounciations. So I did not save live, live. I said live, live. OK?)
Jerry Garcia died a week or two after that.
I do listen to a couple of Dead CDs, but I have always regretted not seeing them live....except for Jerry. I am too late for that. (Although I am not to late to eat Cherry Garcia ice cream from Ben and Jerry.)
Tickets went on sale for the three day Dead weekend and were gone in less than a minute. Three shows, 60 thousand tickets. Sold.
I looked at Stub Hub and another second market site. There are tickets available. $170 for an obstructed view seat. That was the cheapest I found. Some tickets are up to $700 for one. Others are rumored to be even higher. I read one article that said a 3 day pass was going for $10,000.
Now, I was never a Deadhead. But I do know that most of them could not afford, and would not pay, that much money for a ticket.
They'd ask for a miracle.....but I think miracles will be in short supply this weekend.
This is their last tour and it is near the end of an age for rock. Jagger is 72 in July. Bob Weir has to be in his 70s. Bob Dylan has to be close. Paul McCartney is like 74 or something.
I was fortunate to see Chuck Berry last year with my friend Dan. Chuck is in his upper 80s and can still play a guitar, but he does get a little confused. He can still rock, just a little slower.
The artists of my generation, and maybe yours, are getting old, just like the rest of us.
There were more gray hairs than long hairs at the Stones last week.....more canes and walkers than joints......you get the drift.
Still, it would have been pretty cool to see the Dead when Jerry was with them and miracles were still possible.
And affordable.
I think it was 1995....at least it is for this story.
A bunch of us were heading down to West Virginia (cue the banjos) for a rafting trip.
Someplace in Indiana, or Ohio, we saw Deadheads on their way to a concert....maybe in Columbus, Ohio. That doesn't matter. (Then why bring it up? you ask.)
The band had just finished a Solder Field. (The Deadheads might even had been on their way home from the Chicago concert, which might have been the last on their tour that year.)
Anyway, I said to myself: You have to see the Dead in concert. Live. Join the carnival. Live. (Note: this word had two pronounciations, one spelling. I used both pronounciations. So I did not save live, live. I said live, live. OK?)
Jerry Garcia died a week or two after that.
I do listen to a couple of Dead CDs, but I have always regretted not seeing them live....except for Jerry. I am too late for that. (Although I am not to late to eat Cherry Garcia ice cream from Ben and Jerry.)
Tickets went on sale for the three day Dead weekend and were gone in less than a minute. Three shows, 60 thousand tickets. Sold.
I looked at Stub Hub and another second market site. There are tickets available. $170 for an obstructed view seat. That was the cheapest I found. Some tickets are up to $700 for one. Others are rumored to be even higher. I read one article that said a 3 day pass was going for $10,000.
Now, I was never a Deadhead. But I do know that most of them could not afford, and would not pay, that much money for a ticket.
They'd ask for a miracle.....but I think miracles will be in short supply this weekend.
This is their last tour and it is near the end of an age for rock. Jagger is 72 in July. Bob Weir has to be in his 70s. Bob Dylan has to be close. Paul McCartney is like 74 or something.
I was fortunate to see Chuck Berry last year with my friend Dan. Chuck is in his upper 80s and can still play a guitar, but he does get a little confused. He can still rock, just a little slower.
The artists of my generation, and maybe yours, are getting old, just like the rest of us.
There were more gray hairs than long hairs at the Stones last week.....more canes and walkers than joints......you get the drift.
Still, it would have been pretty cool to see the Dead when Jerry was with them and miracles were still possible.
And affordable.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
rockin and , well, rockin
I love front porches
When I was a kid, growing up on the hard streets of the big city, we lived in an apartment building with a big porch. When I was in sixth or seventh grade, my folks bought a house across the street with a big porch. There was a side part and a large front area, so it was shaped like an L on its side.
(Digression. The house initially scared the bejeebees out of me! The patriarch of the family that lived their died, and the wake was held in the house. I looked down from my parents' apartment and saw Mr. Kennedy asleep. but he wasn't on the couch!! He was in a box!! Not being a particularly bright kid, I did not not understand why so many people were visiting him and he wouldn't wake up! When I finally realized it was a visitation, I thought his ghost would haunt the house, mocking me. It never did.)
I loved the porch. Part of it was screened in and on those hot summer nights, I would go onto the porch and sleep in an old chaise lounge. This lounge was iron with springs and a think mattress. It had a very comforting feel and smell. I keep thinking I will find one like it some day, but that was a long time ago.
On rainy days I would stand on the porch and feel the rain hit my face, pretending I was a pirate on the front of a ship.
I would sit on the porch and talk to neighbors as they went past.
During high school, friends would come over and we'd sit on the steps and talk, laugh at the adults in our world, and in general be obnoxious teens.
I went to NIU, and was home for some reason and sitting on the porch when classes at my old high school let out. As girls walked by I would say, "Hello. I am home from college. Yes, that's right, I'm a college man."
But they were not interested in a pimply faced kind of dopey little guy with a strange sense of style...or lack of it.
I brought Jackie to the folks' house one night and we were just sitting on the front steps. Within 30 minutes a small group of people had joined us and we just kept telling stories. Jackie has a rather unusual laugh, and at on point, about 11:30 if I remember, she started laughing so hard she sounded like an air raid siren going off!
I think front porches have a big role in creating neighborhoods. Backyard patios are nice, but you don't see your neighbors, don't say hello, don't visit. I think I knew everyone in the houses near my parents on both sides of the street, because people would pass and say hello.
I got to thinking of all that today when I was sitting on my front porch, listening to the rain.
Standing by the railing, feeling the mist hitting my face, I was transported back in time.
Back to when I was a pirate on the deck of a ship.
It felt good to go home for a while. And no ghosts were around either.
When I was a kid, growing up on the hard streets of the big city, we lived in an apartment building with a big porch. When I was in sixth or seventh grade, my folks bought a house across the street with a big porch. There was a side part and a large front area, so it was shaped like an L on its side.
(Digression. The house initially scared the bejeebees out of me! The patriarch of the family that lived their died, and the wake was held in the house. I looked down from my parents' apartment and saw Mr. Kennedy asleep. but he wasn't on the couch!! He was in a box!! Not being a particularly bright kid, I did not not understand why so many people were visiting him and he wouldn't wake up! When I finally realized it was a visitation, I thought his ghost would haunt the house, mocking me. It never did.)
I loved the porch. Part of it was screened in and on those hot summer nights, I would go onto the porch and sleep in an old chaise lounge. This lounge was iron with springs and a think mattress. It had a very comforting feel and smell. I keep thinking I will find one like it some day, but that was a long time ago.
On rainy days I would stand on the porch and feel the rain hit my face, pretending I was a pirate on the front of a ship.
I would sit on the porch and talk to neighbors as they went past.
During high school, friends would come over and we'd sit on the steps and talk, laugh at the adults in our world, and in general be obnoxious teens.
I went to NIU, and was home for some reason and sitting on the porch when classes at my old high school let out. As girls walked by I would say, "Hello. I am home from college. Yes, that's right, I'm a college man."
But they were not interested in a pimply faced kind of dopey little guy with a strange sense of style...or lack of it.
I brought Jackie to the folks' house one night and we were just sitting on the front steps. Within 30 minutes a small group of people had joined us and we just kept telling stories. Jackie has a rather unusual laugh, and at on point, about 11:30 if I remember, she started laughing so hard she sounded like an air raid siren going off!
I think front porches have a big role in creating neighborhoods. Backyard patios are nice, but you don't see your neighbors, don't say hello, don't visit. I think I knew everyone in the houses near my parents on both sides of the street, because people would pass and say hello.
I got to thinking of all that today when I was sitting on my front porch, listening to the rain.
Standing by the railing, feeling the mist hitting my face, I was transported back in time.
Back to when I was a pirate on the deck of a ship.
It felt good to go home for a while. And no ghosts were around either.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
ride, ride. ride let it ride
I biked against MS today
I took part in my second Tour de Farms today. I had company for part of the ride, Rev. Stacy from church joined my team for today's event.
The big news......I think we raised a little over $1,000. We still have some donations to tabulate, but it was a successful ride!
At my age, success is defined several ways.
Mainly, I did not die on the road. That is a huge success.
I started out this year with a goal of riding 35 miles......but I did not. I only rode 15 today. I have not ridden more than 12 at one time this year, and I did not think tripling that was a good idea.
However, Rev. Stacy did ride 35 miles! I am happy she did that and very happy she wasn't even stressed at the end. At least I don't think she was.
The ride has several options...15, 35, 50, 75,100, 125......and there are riders at each level. Of course the 125 milers are younger and slimmer than me, which is probably due to the fact they actually ride their bikes instead of talk about it. At least the slim part. I did run into one man my age who was doing his first 50........
But today was not a competition. It was all about raising money to find a cure for MS.
Tour de Farms is a huge event. There were hundreds of bikers and hundreds of supporters. It takes work to complete at any distance, but the organizers have rest stops about every 10 miles so people like me can juice up and rest up.
Next year the event is the last weekend in June. I will be looking for people to ride with me. Rev. Stacy said she would ride again, and it would be great if about 20 other people joined us.
Each rider is expected to raise $300, so if you do join us, start recruiting sponsors early!
And if you have not donated and are kicking yourself because you forgot, you can go to Bike MS, look for the Tour de Farms event in DeKalb and find the Jackies Jokers team. Note: NO APOSTROPHE!! Donations will be accepted until late September.
Biking With Beanzie is in about 3 weeks....that has a 25 mile segment. I may be ready for that!
Anyone interested in riding with me?
That happens to be on a Sunday, and Rev. Stacy has other plans.
I took part in my second Tour de Farms today. I had company for part of the ride, Rev. Stacy from church joined my team for today's event.
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| Jackies Jokers ready to ride1! |
The big news......I think we raised a little over $1,000. We still have some donations to tabulate, but it was a successful ride!
At my age, success is defined several ways.
Mainly, I did not die on the road. That is a huge success.
I started out this year with a goal of riding 35 miles......but I did not. I only rode 15 today. I have not ridden more than 12 at one time this year, and I did not think tripling that was a good idea.
However, Rev. Stacy did ride 35 miles! I am happy she did that and very happy she wasn't even stressed at the end. At least I don't think she was.
The ride has several options...15, 35, 50, 75,100, 125......and there are riders at each level. Of course the 125 milers are younger and slimmer than me, which is probably due to the fact they actually ride their bikes instead of talk about it. At least the slim part. I did run into one man my age who was doing his first 50........
But today was not a competition. It was all about raising money to find a cure for MS.
Tour de Farms is a huge event. There were hundreds of bikers and hundreds of supporters. It takes work to complete at any distance, but the organizers have rest stops about every 10 miles so people like me can juice up and rest up.
Next year the event is the last weekend in June. I will be looking for people to ride with me. Rev. Stacy said she would ride again, and it would be great if about 20 other people joined us.
Each rider is expected to raise $300, so if you do join us, start recruiting sponsors early!
And if you have not donated and are kicking yourself because you forgot, you can go to Bike MS, look for the Tour de Farms event in DeKalb and find the Jackies Jokers team. Note: NO APOSTROPHE!! Donations will be accepted until late September.
Biking With Beanzie is in about 3 weeks....that has a 25 mile segment. I may be ready for that!
Anyone interested in riding with me?
That happens to be on a Sunday, and Rev. Stacy has other plans.
Friday, June 26, 2015
just a little weirdness out there
I sometimes think people are really nuts
Now, I know I am nuts, but in a friendly way. There are some people out there who are just plain goofy.
Now they may have their reasons for their actions, and I would like to hear their explanations.
For example.... there was a pickup truck parked along Il 38 by the Interstate. A man was walking along with a gas can. A car swerved over and picked him up.
I am all for being a nice guy.....but I don't think I would pick up a hitch hiker in this day and age. I might have offered to take his can, fill it, and bring it back while he waited at the truck....but I just am a little leery of letting total strangers who could be cold blooded psychotic killers escaped from a New York prison or mental institution into my car.
Then I was driving north on 251 and stopped at the light at Flagg Road. It was red. There was a red turn arrow. A northbound white SUV went into the left turn lane and did not even slow down and went through the red light! What was that driver thinking?
There was a man in Walmart going up to employees and preaching the word of God to them right there in the store, despite them trying to ignore him. He just kept on going, at least until security showed up to escort him out. I am glad he was fervent in his faith, but not everybody trying to get through a check out lane wants to hear a religious pitch.
And explain this to me. A lane is shut down during construction. A flag person is stopping traffic. When he flips to the go slow side, that flagger points to the lane where you are supposed to drive. Do they really think we are idiots and will drive into the front end of a bulldozer? Or that we can't see that the road is gone? Sometimes I just want to say, "Thank you....I am glad you realized I am too stupid to figure out where to go."
Anyway, that was my day.
I feel better now.
Now, I know I am nuts, but in a friendly way. There are some people out there who are just plain goofy.
Now they may have their reasons for their actions, and I would like to hear their explanations.
For example.... there was a pickup truck parked along Il 38 by the Interstate. A man was walking along with a gas can. A car swerved over and picked him up.
I am all for being a nice guy.....but I don't think I would pick up a hitch hiker in this day and age. I might have offered to take his can, fill it, and bring it back while he waited at the truck....but I just am a little leery of letting total strangers who could be cold blooded psychotic killers escaped from a New York prison or mental institution into my car.
Then I was driving north on 251 and stopped at the light at Flagg Road. It was red. There was a red turn arrow. A northbound white SUV went into the left turn lane and did not even slow down and went through the red light! What was that driver thinking?
There was a man in Walmart going up to employees and preaching the word of God to them right there in the store, despite them trying to ignore him. He just kept on going, at least until security showed up to escort him out. I am glad he was fervent in his faith, but not everybody trying to get through a check out lane wants to hear a religious pitch.
And explain this to me. A lane is shut down during construction. A flag person is stopping traffic. When he flips to the go slow side, that flagger points to the lane where you are supposed to drive. Do they really think we are idiots and will drive into the front end of a bulldozer? Or that we can't see that the road is gone? Sometimes I just want to say, "Thank you....I am glad you realized I am too stupid to figure out where to go."
Anyway, that was my day.
I feel better now.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
take me out to the ball game.....
Saw my third Cub game today
Also my third loss....but that will change.
I took Jackie to the game. We got handicapped accessible seats in the upper deck. The seats are actually pretty good....great view of the park, near a handicapped accessible bathroom, close to food.
When I ordered the tickets, I asked about the elevator to the upper level. Yes, there is one....but it is not in service due to the construction at the park.
The alternative? Fit young men who push the wheelchairs up the ramps to the top. I can barely walk up without getting winded. These kids flew up the ramp. Pretty amazing.
Someone came to take her down. We sat her in the walker and the youngin' backed her down all the ramps to the first level. Well, actually, I think some of the ramps have been redone because we had to do a reverse course when it turned out that particular route had stairs. There was a line of wheelchairs going back up the ramps, much to the confusion of the thousands of people going down.
Yes, I tipped the lads.....even though you are not required or supposed to. Truthfully, I could not have done that.
John and Cameron also went. We parked in a lot near the park to make it as easy as possible for wifey to get in.
I always buy a water at the 7-11 for $1.50 because that same water is $4.50 in the park. So I stopped to ask one of the independent sellers if he had water.
"No, I am not supposed to be selling that. They don't want me to sell water," he said, with a cart full of ice and flavored energy drinks.
I told him too bad and started to leave.
"But man, you want some," he paused, looked around, his eyes darting everywhere. "I can hook you up. Two bucks a bottle."
I said no thanks and left. Then I got to thinking about walking a block down to the 7-11 and figured why not support the free independent spirit of entrepreneurial man?
I went back to the guy.
I looked around. I said in a low voice, "So, you think you could hook me up with two waters? I got money."
His eyes darted left right...furtively, I might add. "Yeah, I can get that for you." He grabbed a plastic bag, dug down deep in the ice, and shoved two bottles into the bag. His eyes never looked at the bottles or the bag.
"Here's the money," I said.
"Here's your stuff. Thanks man," he said.
I stepped back, then asked, "Could you hook me up with some peanuts too?"
"Small, medium or large?" he asked. I got the small bag. It was $5.
I felt like I was in a drug deal gone healthy! I bought water and a nickle bag of peanuts.....salted in the shell even. Ok, not real healthy.
But it was just a little surreal. I expected DEA officers to swoop down on us at any second.
I will buy from the guy again..... but for now, I'm good.
Here are some pictures from the day.
Also my third loss....but that will change.
I took Jackie to the game. We got handicapped accessible seats in the upper deck. The seats are actually pretty good....great view of the park, near a handicapped accessible bathroom, close to food.
When I ordered the tickets, I asked about the elevator to the upper level. Yes, there is one....but it is not in service due to the construction at the park.
The alternative? Fit young men who push the wheelchairs up the ramps to the top. I can barely walk up without getting winded. These kids flew up the ramp. Pretty amazing.
Someone came to take her down. We sat her in the walker and the youngin' backed her down all the ramps to the first level. Well, actually, I think some of the ramps have been redone because we had to do a reverse course when it turned out that particular route had stairs. There was a line of wheelchairs going back up the ramps, much to the confusion of the thousands of people going down.
Yes, I tipped the lads.....even though you are not required or supposed to. Truthfully, I could not have done that.
John and Cameron also went. We parked in a lot near the park to make it as easy as possible for wifey to get in.
I always buy a water at the 7-11 for $1.50 because that same water is $4.50 in the park. So I stopped to ask one of the independent sellers if he had water.
"No, I am not supposed to be selling that. They don't want me to sell water," he said, with a cart full of ice and flavored energy drinks.
I told him too bad and started to leave.
"But man, you want some," he paused, looked around, his eyes darting everywhere. "I can hook you up. Two bucks a bottle."
I said no thanks and left. Then I got to thinking about walking a block down to the 7-11 and figured why not support the free independent spirit of entrepreneurial man?
I went back to the guy.
I looked around. I said in a low voice, "So, you think you could hook me up with two waters? I got money."
His eyes darted left right...furtively, I might add. "Yeah, I can get that for you." He grabbed a plastic bag, dug down deep in the ice, and shoved two bottles into the bag. His eyes never looked at the bottles or the bag.
"Here's the money," I said.
"Here's your stuff. Thanks man," he said.
I stepped back, then asked, "Could you hook me up with some peanuts too?"
"Small, medium or large?" he asked. I got the small bag. It was $5.
I felt like I was in a drug deal gone healthy! I bought water and a nickle bag of peanuts.....salted in the shell even. Ok, not real healthy.
But it was just a little surreal. I expected DEA officers to swoop down on us at any second.
I will buy from the guy again..... but for now, I'm good.
Here are some pictures from the day.
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| This is where the clubhouse will be...with a plaza on top |
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| Great view of the field |
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| Stanbding room only today! |
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| Always a fun time |
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| Just a bridge I like..... |
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
wart, worry, wart, worry, wart
I am in one of my states
I am a little worried. Maybe I am a worrywart.
I am not sure about what....but maybe you can pick help me pick from one of these.
My ears are still buzzing...my right ear especially. Does that mean I am losing the hearing in that one? Should I go to a doctor? Is this the tipping point for hearing aids? Do I want to get a basic model or blow my savings on a high tech pair? Maybe a funnel?? wart...wart...wart
Severe thunderstorm watch until 5 a.m. Thursday. So, will we get high winds and hail? Do I need to keep awake and alert to be safe? wart...wart....wart
Cubs' game tomorrow....will I be too tired from worrying about the storms to drive home safely? Will I be able to drop Jackie and crew off and park without getting yelled at by police? Will Lester pitch a beauty? Will rain delay the start of the game? Will Uncle Bubba's Barbecue be on the menu? wart...wart...wart...
Prowlers. Break-ins. A neighbor said somebody rang their doorbell at 1:30 Wednesday morning but no one was there. Were they goofy teens out to pull a prank? Burglars casing a house? Someone lost or confused? Should I get a security system? More outdoor lights? A big ass dog? wart...wart...wart...
Will people I love have a safe trip? Will the car make it both ways? Will they be too tired to drive? Will they exercise all due caution, including maintaining a proper, safe stopping distance between two cars? wart...wart...wart....
Can I remember a Very Important Function Friday morning? What if my alarm fails? What if I lock myself out of the house and can't get back in to get the car keys I forgot in the first place? wart...wart...wart....
Will the rain ever stop so I can get the damn strawberry patch planted? And how can I move all that dirt? What if I need more dirt? How can I do this soon so I can get the yard cleaned up properly? wart...wart...wart...wart...
How can I get my hands on about $500,000? Will my lotto numbers win? What if I win and lose the ticket? What if I win and hide the ticket but forget where I hid it and maybe donate the plaid sports jacket where I hid it to a resale shop and giving up my claim to $180 million that I finally managed to win? Where the hell is my plaid sports jacket? wart...wart...wart..wart....
I am going to bed. I think I am sleep deprived. My ear buzzes. My eyes itch. My shoulder hurts. My feet itch. What is wrong with me? wart....wart...wart...wart.....
Oh no...I hear thunder............or is it my ears? HEEEEELPPPPP!!!!!
I am a little worried. Maybe I am a worrywart.
I am not sure about what....but maybe you can pick help me pick from one of these.
My ears are still buzzing...my right ear especially. Does that mean I am losing the hearing in that one? Should I go to a doctor? Is this the tipping point for hearing aids? Do I want to get a basic model or blow my savings on a high tech pair? Maybe a funnel?? wart...wart...wart
Severe thunderstorm watch until 5 a.m. Thursday. So, will we get high winds and hail? Do I need to keep awake and alert to be safe? wart...wart....wart
Cubs' game tomorrow....will I be too tired from worrying about the storms to drive home safely? Will I be able to drop Jackie and crew off and park without getting yelled at by police? Will Lester pitch a beauty? Will rain delay the start of the game? Will Uncle Bubba's Barbecue be on the menu? wart...wart...wart...
Prowlers. Break-ins. A neighbor said somebody rang their doorbell at 1:30 Wednesday morning but no one was there. Were they goofy teens out to pull a prank? Burglars casing a house? Someone lost or confused? Should I get a security system? More outdoor lights? A big ass dog? wart...wart...wart...
Will people I love have a safe trip? Will the car make it both ways? Will they be too tired to drive? Will they exercise all due caution, including maintaining a proper, safe stopping distance between two cars? wart...wart...wart....
Can I remember a Very Important Function Friday morning? What if my alarm fails? What if I lock myself out of the house and can't get back in to get the car keys I forgot in the first place? wart...wart...wart....
Will the rain ever stop so I can get the damn strawberry patch planted? And how can I move all that dirt? What if I need more dirt? How can I do this soon so I can get the yard cleaned up properly? wart...wart...wart...wart...
How can I get my hands on about $500,000? Will my lotto numbers win? What if I win and lose the ticket? What if I win and hide the ticket but forget where I hid it and maybe donate the plaid sports jacket where I hid it to a resale shop and giving up my claim to $180 million that I finally managed to win? Where the hell is my plaid sports jacket? wart...wart...wart..wart....
I am going to bed. I think I am sleep deprived. My ear buzzes. My eyes itch. My shoulder hurts. My feet itch. What is wrong with me? wart....wart...wart...wart.....
Oh no...I hear thunder............or is it my ears? HEEEEELPPPPP!!!!!
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