I’ve managed to move a pile of papers around three different times today, which remain unfiled, but are now at least sorted. One of those little things I put off in the moving process. Like balancing the checkbook. Since I spend 80% of my day dealing with numbers, budgets, contracts, and other things with $ signs involved, my personal checkbook is about the last thing I want to see on any given day, night, weekend, or holiday. Hopefully, the money will hold out until next payday. I figure some crisis will force me to attend to it—like paying some kind of fee for not paying attention. Fortunately, there was room cleared off on the couch when I fainted after seeing the VISA bill I received today.
Having a good laugh or three does a body good. How Zombies and Bimbos got me there is still a mystery. But, it was enjoyable and got me thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad being a Zombie.
Caught up with my mom today by phone, despite her “sprained” voice. We talked about all kinds of stuff on my day off today—politics, Oprah Be Thy Name, and her crazy neighbor who travels from property to property while people are “away” and “borrows” things from their houses and yard. Everyone knows she does it, but no one does anything—Mom locks her doors now. And, while bantering with mom, I can kill dust bunnies in the vaulted ceiling, Windex all the light fixtures, clean the bathrooms, and about 100 other things and before I know it, we’ve talked for over an hour and the house is spotless.
“No Child Left Behind” has some serious flaws. I’m about to get jiggy with my own version of a peace protest all over the school district offices. Stand by for breaking news, or a call from me for bail money.
It would be really nice to get a bottle of 20 year old Port to share with a friend of mine who is now addicted to this particular Nectar of the Gods. The Port Grape Growers Association should hire me as their international ambassador.
I have to go back to real life tomorrow and start working full work weeks. Need to plan a getaway that doesn’t involve cleaning, painting, or mowing but does offer room service, ocean waves, and sand between my toes.
Personally witnessed vignettes and variations of everyday life wherever it occurred.
~ Dave Berg
~ Dave Berg
Published on: Mar 22, 2006
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