I'm Not Sure I Know What I Did Last Summer
I watched a lot of Animal Planet this summer and learned all about Meerkats. I found out that Desperate Housewives jumped the shark towards the end of its second season. I found a new bolt hole. Kathmandu is out. Siem Reap is in. Death dropped by to snag a street cat named Moskeena (Arabic for beggar) I'd had neutered and was feeding then he went to Louisiana to grab a formerly owned cat. Leela, that my sister Barb had adopted. I quickly threw up a geocities website for my bereaved nieces.
Oh, and we miscarried this weekend.
That's about it.
Ten months of work begin tomorrow morning. Last year, I compared it to an approaching firing squad. At the time, I expected not only the usual seven hours a day, five days a week, minute-to-minute confrontations with a classroom full of inbred, ADD'ed deliquents (and I don't use that as a perjorative but a statement of fact), I also had on my plate several other challenges that were sure to rub salt into the psychic wounds that are symptomatic of my most formidable taxing handicap--laziness.
Last year, this time, Mina was in Kuwait with our six cats and one overfed Yorkshire Terrier or Porkshire Terrier if you will. By the end of October, I would have to find suitable digs for one and all, buy a couple of truck loads of furniture and major appliances, import the zoo and send for Mina--all this while tending to nearly 70 beserk primates in the Abu Dhabi Earl Comp'ny's Technical Institute or technically a (mental) institution, if you will.
Done and done.
This year approaches less like a death sentence and looms and hovers more like death itself. What lies ahead is inescapable and necessary; so it's best not to think about it. This much I know: the alarm clock will be set for six Am tonight.
"The rest", as Shakespeare says, "is silence".
Or "The rest", as Kinky Friedman says, "is a joke."
Oh, and we miscarried this weekend.
That's about it.
Ten months of work begin tomorrow morning. Last year, I compared it to an approaching firing squad. At the time, I expected not only the usual seven hours a day, five days a week, minute-to-minute confrontations with a classroom full of inbred, ADD'ed deliquents (and I don't use that as a perjorative but a statement of fact), I also had on my plate several other challenges that were sure to rub salt into the psychic wounds that are symptomatic of my most formidable taxing handicap--laziness.
Last year, this time, Mina was in Kuwait with our six cats and one overfed Yorkshire Terrier or Porkshire Terrier if you will. By the end of October, I would have to find suitable digs for one and all, buy a couple of truck loads of furniture and major appliances, import the zoo and send for Mina--all this while tending to nearly 70 beserk primates in the Abu Dhabi Earl Comp'ny's Technical Institute or technically a (mental) institution, if you will.
Done and done.
This year approaches less like a death sentence and looms and hovers more like death itself. What lies ahead is inescapable and necessary; so it's best not to think about it. This much I know: the alarm clock will be set for six Am tonight.
"The rest", as Shakespeare says, "is silence".
Or "The rest", as Kinky Friedman says, "is a joke."
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