WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY'S MEGER OFFERING

Okay... this is where my head is today... come on in, the cerebral fluid is good and warm... but not terribly productive. So this is abunch of mutterings from a sleep deprived... yet very happy at the moment... individual. Just don't expect clarity or sense to come out of this. I guarantee that is not going to happen.

I am finding it increasingly more difficult to keep up with my on-line life. I was doing very well until I allowed in some real life. Now reality is eating my life like the Worm Orobus eats his own tail. Worse, reality is conflicting with reality. Heavy sigh. I cannot seem to keep up. Something has to give... these post will likely be the ones taking the hit. But as summer winds down, I am sure that you will all understand. I'm thinking that instead of 7 days a week, you will find 5. That may be pared further if required.

No, I’m not high. Mostly I am sleepy and delightfully confused. Sleep is something that other people do. I take naps. I intend to sleep but I take naps. Tonight I have to sleep… I have to sleep… no excuses… because I am taking care of my babies on Friday and must be able to think and respond quickly. You know how 2-3 year olds are. No slackers allowed there. So the phone will be turned off… sorry fella! The computer is going down… I know you folk will understand. Thank you for that.

My lyric for today:

“If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
and shoot heaven on down for you
Because the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all night
And it goes...

I want a lover, I can't find the time
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme
And I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
Just lay on the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me… ”

(I do believe that I get that. So sad that boy took the early train home.)

On the good news front: I know that I have raved about the cousin, J. He is such a good dad. Only one son… an adored and cherished son. Well, little guy’s mom has been having troubles. I try hard not to be too judgmental on folk’s troubles. God knows that my family has had troubles that would make a consumptive two dollar whore blush. I have no right to judge others in a harsh light and I do, honestly, truthfully wish this mom well. I hope this serves as a wake up that inspires her to do the work and get it straight. Today she lost custody of our cherished boy and he has become the legal responsibility of a truthfully great dad. YAY J! Good for J, but the very best part is that this is what is good for our cherished boy. And I am stunned… simply stunned… that DHS made an intelligent choice for a change. They have a very crappy track record as far as I am concerned. Today I give them a happy thumbs up!

Tomorrow the Bear is going to take me shopping for date clothes. My wardrobe is so very sad. I know I’ve hinted at it… I’ve lost quite a bit of weight and my clothing hangs. Talk about a gunny sack… yikes! Time to think about getting clothes that actually fit and don’t look like a “rag picker” as my mother would have said. Besides… date clothes can also be my professional work clothes. Right? I mean, I am supposed to look decent at work too. Two birds with one stone… let’s hope they are big fat black crows. So that will be fun. I’d like to look good for a change. I mean, really… I am going to leave Dumb Potter’s Hell for the real world. I don’t want to frighten the populous.

There is a problem naturally. Mr. O works graveyard. Ah…. Yes, you are starting to get this lack of sleep deal. I am day shift and the time is rapidly flying toward me that I will be expected to be a coherent individual capable of teaching young minds. As much as I have enjoyed the attention and the crazy schedule, all fun things come to an end. We are going to have to work out some sort of system where we can communicate and not destroy my brain’s ability to function.

Okay, enough with the mutterings. I will be back on Friday with a Fable. Until then…

“Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken the music goes all night
And it goes...
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a Boomtown Rats I would be stayin up all night
IF I was the king Ad-Rock I would get stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb

If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
and shoot heaven on down for you…”