Essays taken from a weekly newspaper column published in the Washington County News, Washington, Kansas. Look for my book, "Dispatches From Kansas," available from Amazon.com, from the author or Town Crier Bookstore, 716 Commercial, Emporia.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Vernal Equinox Project: Day 53
Threw out the back, caught a nasty cold, time for a heating pad, a cup of coffee and some reading material.
K -- Ugh. I'm practically crippled and still have to go to work. I can barely stand up and even then not straight or anything approaching the vertical. How the hell am I supposed to mop, vacuum, sweep, take out the trash, etc? I know, whine whine. It's what I do best. The "Window Seat" book does look interesting but it has to wait until I finish Jim Harrison's latest novel. I need some creativity and inspiration about now (and a psychologist for signing on to this infernal project!), plus a stiff drink and a vacation. But, as they say, no rest for the wicked. Weary, dammit, weary!
Chod -- You certainly don't bounce back like you once did. I'm finding that I also get more surly and ill-tempered, though most people find that a regular temperament of mine.
How's this for a deal? You get to whine as much as you want about how you feel if I can snivel about the quarter-inch of snow that showed up down here tonight. They actually got about 3-4 inches north of Houston, but we're quivering beneath blankets and drinking cocoa. It's 35 and I'm prayer it doesn't hit freezing because I've got some plants still outside.
HOWEVER: I did see a migratory flock of thousands of robins this afternoon, eating themselves silly in some brushy woods. They're on their way!
Linda -- I'll trade you a nasty cold and a bad back for a skiff of snow any day. And 35 degrees? You're kidding, right? I forgot what it feels like to get above freezing!
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7 comments:
Feel better soon. [Yay - I'm not the only one with a big ole stack of photography books ('Window Seat' looks interesting)]
K -- Ugh. I'm practically crippled and still have to go to work. I can barely stand up and even then not straight or anything approaching the vertical. How the hell am I supposed to mop, vacuum, sweep, take out the trash, etc? I know, whine whine. It's what I do best. The "Window Seat" book does look interesting but it has to wait until I finish Jim Harrison's latest novel. I need some creativity and inspiration about now (and a psychologist for signing on to this infernal project!), plus a stiff drink and a vacation. But, as they say, no rest for the wicked. Weary, dammit, weary!
Nah . . . you're entitled to whine when you feel like crud . . . and then it's not whining. Hang in there. ( . . . and what's a 'novel'?)
It's hell when you get old.
One of the Geezers (CH)
Chod -- You certainly don't bounce back like you once did. I'm finding that I also get more surly and ill-tempered, though most people find that a regular temperament of mine.
How's this for a deal? You get to whine as much as you want about how you feel if I can snivel about the quarter-inch of snow that showed up down here tonight. They actually got about 3-4 inches north of Houston, but we're quivering beneath blankets and drinking cocoa. It's 35 and I'm prayer it doesn't hit freezing because I've got some plants still outside.
HOWEVER: I did see a migratory flock of thousands of robins this afternoon, eating themselves silly in some brushy woods. They're on their way!
Linda -- I'll trade you a nasty cold and a bad back for a skiff of snow any day. And 35 degrees? You're kidding, right? I forgot what it feels like to get above freezing!
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