I'm in a funny mood at the moment. I just paid my rent and my electric bill so money here, money gone. It seems that my bank account is only a brief layover for George, Abe, and Ben... I don't really mind. Then not staying here means that I can can have water, heat, lights, and a roof over my head so begone you past presidents! Do not tarry in mine presence much longer!
I remember reading Shakespeare in high school ... see I went to what people now refer to as the white school. I lived in an upper class, mostly white, predominantly Jewish school district. Compared to the education handed out in some other school, I would guess that labeling my school as a white school means I got a good one... huh... Anyway, ninth grade year I had this AWESOME English teacher (My second actually because I was first placed in remedial English and my teacher Mrs. Gilmore took all of two weeks to decide that this was just wrong and had me transferred to AP English.) named Mr. Looney. Yeah that was his name Paul Looney, one of the best English teachers of all time. We read the Lord of the Flies (Didn't much like the book, HATED the movie) a few others and quite a bit of Shakespeare. I remember sitting in class during Romeo and Juliet wondering why I never ever got called to read Juliet and then to my total surprise, the day we read the balcony scene out loud in class, I got to read it! Oh Frabdous day! I loved Romeo and Juliet. Never quite understood why they had to die and subsequently take down 80% of the cast with them nor how they could have perpetrated this whole thing being what? 14? 15? I guess times were different then...
I meet with the internal doctor today. He's going to make the final decision on whether or not I get the garden hose up the bum or not. For freak out purposes, we're going to go with yes I'm getting it and he's just the fluff and executor.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, one of my smoke detectors decided to beep. It beeped twice and never beeped again but it was enough to wake me out of a sound sleep and wonder which one of the effers is dying. I have this thing with smoke detectors. They are on ceilings. I am short. I don't like heights so a ladder, even my little four foot one is a huge point of anxiety for me. To help with this, TR Lawing put the smoke detector in the girls room where I reach them on my tippy toes but there's still the one that hangs just past the half wall on the second floor of my house. I can get it but it requires holding onto a door frame and perching on the half wall while trying to reach this and hanging a grand probably a million feet over my living room floor. No. Just No.
Have a great friend, D who came over and re attached them and put new batteries in and made then all stop their infernal beeping and work again. But that was almost six months ago so now we have reached the season of them dying and I am working up the courage to prostrate myself at his feet and beg him to return to make the beeping stop because me on ladders or perched on half walls while hovering over my living room. No. Just No. Let the fuckers beep. It was once pointed out to me that if I call the local fire department, some of them have it where they will send a fireperson out to check and maintain your detectors. Mine laughed at me when I asked about this. Brings us back to me dangling off a wall. No. I may have to prostrate myself. Le Sigh...
In other news, I am working on banishing thoughts of romance from my head by concentrating on my newest story... a romance. Or maybe with my other story... a romance... See, I have this theory that if I concentrate on the romantic lives of totally made up people who fall into situations that are sorta absurd, I won't have time to concentrate on my life. Thus I will be happy...er... happier... and hence I will not feel the need to walk into traffic. Plus I can totally go live in my fantasy world where I am loved to the moon and back by Jude Law.
Did I mention that I have a thing for Jude Law? I do. He's my celeb hottie. My real life hottie is very comparable to him but DAMN IT! I wasn't going to go into that today!
Ugh... time to go get dressed. Or rather finish getting dressed. I've been sitting here half dressed for like an hour. It's part of the beauty of being home by myself while the kids are at school. I get to have naked time and half naked time. It's actually fun. I love to put on music and dance during naked time. That was probably TMI but it's a thought and action that makes me grin like a schoolgirl and I take my happy when I can get it. So one more romp around the house for half naked time and then I have to get dressed and go do the doctor thing.
Ta! See ya later!!
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