It’s a couple days after Christmas and they tell me it’s going to warm up for New Years. These are the same weather people who told me that Christmas was coming in on the heels of a gigantic winter storm. New York was fooled right? We will see.
There are prints of human shoes on the lake ice, walking and skidding. I think that’s ok if you trust the ice over 80 feet of water. That’s an old quarry pit down there. If somebody dives in, I will have a front row seat to watch Emergency Services roar in and haul them out. I will take pictures, my right knee limits my ability to rescue people these days.
I watched the nightly news this evening while I was eating supper. I only watch it for something to do while I’m scarfing down the dish of the day. It’s on a tray on my lap and I can’t really do a good book and eat at the same time. But I think I am going to get a music stand to put the book on anyway. The commercial news features lots of video and talking heads which are supremely useless to me because I can still remember how to make up my own mind about things. The PBS news stations seem to grind down a 10-year rut of apologizing for Islamic people and their culture and religion. I probably could get more intelligent programming watching The Simpsons.
Payday is soon and I will be stocking up on some Estleman books and some Arnaldur Indridasson – fine bloody murder items and excellent reading for a good night’s sleep. Also a bottle of Tabac by Maurer and Wirtz of Germany because the current bottle is just fumes, and fumes don’t create pheremones, don’t you know. Prada would be better but that will have to wait until I win the lottery. And some of the girls I run around with now and then still respond to diesel oil so there. They are cheap dates too and live in trailers. Ta!
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