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, or from the author.
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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