Good morning!
I can't find my glasses so I'm sitting here a bit blinded. When I'm not wearing them, I can't see to find them. So, they could be right in front of me, but I can't see them. I hate that.
It's still a bit nippy down here. I'm not sure why but there must be some hideous cold front coming through. I guess my niece brought a bit of that Chicago weather with her. I wish that she would have taken it with her but I guess that they don't need too much cold in Florida.
The Blue Angels were here over the weekend. I could see them from the battlefield near me. That was pretty cool. I haven't seen them in over 20 years, the last time being when I lived in Chicago. There was an air show here at the Dobbins Air Force Base in Marietta. The last time I actually went to an air show I was able to take a ride in a stunt air plane. I don't know if I should be doing that stuff now because of the brain surgery. The surgeon told me that I shouldn't do things that would mess with the pressure in my skull. I'm not suppose to scuba dive either. He never said anything about airplanes but I've gone on a few of them so I guess they're OK. One of these days I'd like to go scuba diving just to see what happens. Maybe not.
I'm getting quite bored sitting here in this house with no place to go and no way to get there. Now I have another disaster to add to my list. There's a support beam coming up in the living room under the carpet. At first I thought that it was a piece of the old hard wood floor coming up from the latest flood but the wood is too big to be a piece of floor. The only thing left is a support beam. Now I'm waiting for it to collapse and drop me into the crawlspace that I'm avoiding. As soon as the landlord gets back from his vacation, I'm going to call him and tell him that the house is about to fall through the floor. I just hope that the house stays up here until he gets back.
I'm having an interesting year, aren't I? I thought that 2004 was a hoot what with having cancer and Rick leaving. Then, 2005 was actually pretty good but it was just getting me all comfortable before the fates came and sent me to jail. I'm seeing a pattern, the even years are no good. That makes sense when I think about it.
It just occurred to me that I married bums in odd years. All the times that I've been married and they were all in odd years. Man, I never realized that before. So, I guess that I marry losers in odd years and I have rotten luck in even years. Isn't that a bitch? It doesn't really leave much else for me.
If I ever get married again it will be in an even year. And, it'll be after Rick pays alimony for 5 years. He has 4 years left to pay and he's going to pay each and every one of those years. I can't imagine why I would get married before he's done. Actually, I can't imagine getting married again at all. I couldn't imagine meeting someone that I would trust after all that I've figured out about men over the past few years.
What Rick didn't teach me about men, other married men taught me. I've either been cheated on or hit on by married men for the past few years and barring a paraplegic, I couldn't imagine a man that I would think trustworthy enough to marry. A paraplegic would be good, I could take care of them and keep them right in front of me. So, that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to look for a paraplegic. If you know of any, let me know.
Oh, a quadriplegic would be good, too. Any man who can't really get to a bar would be nice. Ideally, the guy should be partially paralyzed from the waist down. If they can't use Mr. Happy, that would be perfect. The only friend that I had from school who stayed married to the same man until he died was a friend of mine who married a paralyzed guy. She took really good care of him. It seems to me that a bunch of women take care of their husbands after they have some hideous accident or contract some nasty disease that leaves them incapacitated. But, I don't ever hear of men who do that. Every movie star who ends up sick or injured seems to keep their wives but the ones who stay healthy rarely do. You don't hear of too many men who keep wives around after they get hurt. I'm sure that they're out there, I just never hear of them.
I'm supposed to go to the YWCA again today so I should get ready to do that. I enjoy helping them out and they seem to like me. It's nice to have some human contact once in a while. I don't get any credit for this now because I've already done all of my community service. This is just plain old volunteer work. OK, I should start looking for my glasses again because I can't find the Y without them. Well, now I'm going to go and look for my specs.
See ya!
Meg
I can't find my glasses so I'm sitting here a bit blinded. When I'm not wearing them, I can't see to find them. So, they could be right in front of me, but I can't see them. I hate that.
It's still a bit nippy down here. I'm not sure why but there must be some hideous cold front coming through. I guess my niece brought a bit of that Chicago weather with her. I wish that she would have taken it with her but I guess that they don't need too much cold in Florida.
The Blue Angels were here over the weekend. I could see them from the battlefield near me. That was pretty cool. I haven't seen them in over 20 years, the last time being when I lived in Chicago. There was an air show here at the Dobbins Air Force Base in Marietta. The last time I actually went to an air show I was able to take a ride in a stunt air plane. I don't know if I should be doing that stuff now because of the brain surgery. The surgeon told me that I shouldn't do things that would mess with the pressure in my skull. I'm not suppose to scuba dive either. He never said anything about airplanes but I've gone on a few of them so I guess they're OK. One of these days I'd like to go scuba diving just to see what happens. Maybe not.
I'm getting quite bored sitting here in this house with no place to go and no way to get there. Now I have another disaster to add to my list. There's a support beam coming up in the living room under the carpet. At first I thought that it was a piece of the old hard wood floor coming up from the latest flood but the wood is too big to be a piece of floor. The only thing left is a support beam. Now I'm waiting for it to collapse and drop me into the crawlspace that I'm avoiding. As soon as the landlord gets back from his vacation, I'm going to call him and tell him that the house is about to fall through the floor. I just hope that the house stays up here until he gets back.
I'm having an interesting year, aren't I? I thought that 2004 was a hoot what with having cancer and Rick leaving. Then, 2005 was actually pretty good but it was just getting me all comfortable before the fates came and sent me to jail. I'm seeing a pattern, the even years are no good. That makes sense when I think about it.
It just occurred to me that I married bums in odd years. All the times that I've been married and they were all in odd years. Man, I never realized that before. So, I guess that I marry losers in odd years and I have rotten luck in even years. Isn't that a bitch? It doesn't really leave much else for me.
If I ever get married again it will be in an even year. And, it'll be after Rick pays alimony for 5 years. He has 4 years left to pay and he's going to pay each and every one of those years. I can't imagine why I would get married before he's done. Actually, I can't imagine getting married again at all. I couldn't imagine meeting someone that I would trust after all that I've figured out about men over the past few years.
What Rick didn't teach me about men, other married men taught me. I've either been cheated on or hit on by married men for the past few years and barring a paraplegic, I couldn't imagine a man that I would think trustworthy enough to marry. A paraplegic would be good, I could take care of them and keep them right in front of me. So, that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to look for a paraplegic. If you know of any, let me know.
Oh, a quadriplegic would be good, too. Any man who can't really get to a bar would be nice. Ideally, the guy should be partially paralyzed from the waist down. If they can't use Mr. Happy, that would be perfect. The only friend that I had from school who stayed married to the same man until he died was a friend of mine who married a paralyzed guy. She took really good care of him. It seems to me that a bunch of women take care of their husbands after they have some hideous accident or contract some nasty disease that leaves them incapacitated. But, I don't ever hear of men who do that. Every movie star who ends up sick or injured seems to keep their wives but the ones who stay healthy rarely do. You don't hear of too many men who keep wives around after they get hurt. I'm sure that they're out there, I just never hear of them.
I'm supposed to go to the YWCA again today so I should get ready to do that. I enjoy helping them out and they seem to like me. It's nice to have some human contact once in a while. I don't get any credit for this now because I've already done all of my community service. This is just plain old volunteer work. OK, I should start looking for my glasses again because I can't find the Y without them. Well, now I'm going to go and look for my specs.
See ya!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 8:02 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home