Of A Sunday...
Here it is Sunday evening, and my loft is still for a change. My son & DIL just left from a brief visit, and I find myself a bit refreshed from the experience. I find little joy in my home, and when Nick & Sara come, the whole thing changes for me, in a good, positive way.
They weather is a bit strange, with temps right now at 41 degrees at 10 PM. I have a pretty good snow and ice buildup on the roof, and we had a bit of a leak today. It happened last year in the store, but it lasted for just a day until the snow got melted sufficiently to make the problem go away. All I need this year is to have to have a new roof put on.
I have always hated little dogs - some worse and others. All they seem to be good for is for old ladies and neurotic girls to spoil - thinking Brit & Paris here - and they seem to do nothing more than eat, sleep, and poop in the corner. People tend to make such fools of the little critters, and that I cannot abide.
So why the rant? Sweet Sara brought me a miniature dachshund puppy this weekend. It is adorable, and no bigger than a minute. We went to Soldan's and I let her shop for things for the puppy, and ended up with 154 bucks worth of things for a dog that doesn't hardly weigh a pound. I must be getting a bit senile, because I have always hated little dogs, and now own one. Pictures at 11...
I find myself getting very lonely. Sara is coming up to spend time with me on her spring break, and she wants to help Rosie in the store a bit. I am really looking forward to having my little princess all to myself for a few days. She brings a lot of joy to an old man.
I feel like shit today. I got into the Captain's last nite at Rich's new house - kind of a welcome wagon sorta thing, I guess. I drank way more than I should have, and have been paying all day. I have been fighting with glucose issues, and that certainly didn't help that little issue at all. But hey! I still got all my toes!
There is a hint of spring, although a false one. I can hardly wait to open my office window and let some nice fresh air in. Seeing as I am such a heavy smoker, you can about imagine what the apartment smells like. We both smoke, have decided to quit a thousand times, yet I still drop a goodly sum each month for cigarettes. We never learn.
I will medicate, self medicate, and hie my old ass off to bed. Sounds like a plan...
Drive on,
Charlie~
Here it is Sunday evening, and my loft is still for a change. My son & DIL just left from a brief visit, and I find myself a bit refreshed from the experience. I find little joy in my home, and when Nick & Sara come, the whole thing changes for me, in a good, positive way.
They weather is a bit strange, with temps right now at 41 degrees at 10 PM. I have a pretty good snow and ice buildup on the roof, and we had a bit of a leak today. It happened last year in the store, but it lasted for just a day until the snow got melted sufficiently to make the problem go away. All I need this year is to have to have a new roof put on.
I have always hated little dogs - some worse and others. All they seem to be good for is for old ladies and neurotic girls to spoil - thinking Brit & Paris here - and they seem to do nothing more than eat, sleep, and poop in the corner. People tend to make such fools of the little critters, and that I cannot abide.
So why the rant? Sweet Sara brought me a miniature dachshund puppy this weekend. It is adorable, and no bigger than a minute. We went to Soldan's and I let her shop for things for the puppy, and ended up with 154 bucks worth of things for a dog that doesn't hardly weigh a pound. I must be getting a bit senile, because I have always hated little dogs, and now own one. Pictures at 11...
I find myself getting very lonely. Sara is coming up to spend time with me on her spring break, and she wants to help Rosie in the store a bit. I am really looking forward to having my little princess all to myself for a few days. She brings a lot of joy to an old man.
I feel like shit today. I got into the Captain's last nite at Rich's new house - kind of a welcome wagon sorta thing, I guess. I drank way more than I should have, and have been paying all day. I have been fighting with glucose issues, and that certainly didn't help that little issue at all. But hey! I still got all my toes!
There is a hint of spring, although a false one. I can hardly wait to open my office window and let some nice fresh air in. Seeing as I am such a heavy smoker, you can about imagine what the apartment smells like. We both smoke, have decided to quit a thousand times, yet I still drop a goodly sum each month for cigarettes. We never learn.
I will medicate, self medicate, and hie my old ass off to bed. Sounds like a plan...
Drive on,
Charlie~
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