This was one of those totally mellow weekends. I spent all day yesterday making a point of not talking. I did have to go out briefly to pick up some art supplies, and could only muster a grunt of acknowledgment at the checkout line. I spent part of the day watching the grass grow. Another large portion was given over to a long nap. It wasn’t that I was crabby or grumpy, I was just being contemplative and kind of becoming one with the silence that exists in my house with those noise makers (the kids) gone.
Today, I woke in an entirely different kind of mood—a creative one. That feels really good. I’m breaking out my hiking boots and have started the countdown to the quit smoking day. It’s fast approaching and coincides with my jury duty date. I did have a thought in the back of my head that if it’s like last time, I’ll be demented and going through withdrawals, they might want to hesitate selecting me for a jury. Let’s just say I would not want to be the defendant if I get selected. He might a be a mouth breather which would really annoy me. Yeah, give him 20 to life…that’ll teach him.
Remember, if you smoke after sex, you’re doing it too fast. ~ Woody Allen
Published on: Jul 10, 2006
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