Not sure if I had a plan this morning or not.
Let’s face it: 530am?
Why am I up at this hour?
It’s Tuesday, trash pickup day.
If there is one thing that I miss about a husband, it is trash pickup day.
A sad reality.
As for anything else?
Well, let’s just say, I loaded up the trash and trashed it by myself.
I know that it won’t be picked up until 2pm, but I like to appear to be organized.
When, in reality, I am one hell of a mess.
Breakfast, of course: Coffee, eggs, corned beef hash and toast, at the friendliest place in PA: The Quality Shop.
A wild desire for watermelon led me to the grocery store.
I ate the melon in the car, on the way home.
Time to hang out with P Daddy… until the princess Dana left work.
She had been on vacation, and I could not wait to hear about it.
Much to my surprise, the village idiot was at the bar, drinking beer.
He needed a hug.
Said he was job searching.
“Today, he said. I have a resume somewhere on my computer. Can I drag it?”
Can someone please take me out back and shoot me?
Dana walked in and tried to help him.
Kim had tried all day, but ….. well, what can I say?
In walks Sam, the caregiver, who gave up on the computer advice and fed him.
Let me just say this about that: ” Just shoot me…. now.”
One by one, the patrons got the heck out: ” Niagra Falls!’ Slowly he turned, step by step, inch by inch….”
And then, I was on my way home.
Amazing cloud formations in the sky, bringing me back to reality.
P Daddy? Still alive.
Life is unpredictable.
Except, of course, for trash pickup day and village idiots.