“You don’t know how hard it is just being me.”
Oh, the possible responses!
“You don’t know how hard it is just being in your presence.”
Just for starters.
Tag: Humor
Kinisi 171
A toothache I kept trying to pinpoint.
For those viewing porn on a cell phone
Does that count as a handheld job?
Propositioning a mermaid
Only in Eastport … as seen from the wine bar.
Now for our storm door out front
Are you ever caught up when you own an old house? Or is it like a personal sailboat, where you pour copious amount of money into a hole in the ground or the water?
The latest item to join our home maintenance to-do list is the front storm door, which detached from the frame a few weeks ago. It was too heavy and awkward to go back in, and apparently some shifting had warped the angles. It hadn’t been closing completely, and the last time I tried, bingo! We were in trouble.
It wound up, as I said, coming off altogether.
Oops!
We do want to get that fixed before winter hits, though. The front door itself is rather leaky.
Yet part of me is thinking maybe that can wait till I’m dead.
Damn, I do miss being able to call maintenance back when I was living on Yuppieville on the Hill. Back before I so deliriously remarried.
Kinisi 170
Moving at the speed of youth
A pinball machine of particulars
All these guys I know are hitting 75 around me. And I’m biting my tongue.
Eastport and the neighboring towns are filled with fascinating characters, and it’s been delightful getting to meet so many of them in my new community.
One thing I keep hearing the men say, though, is that they’re coming up on their 75th birthday and, well, they’re beginning to feel realities of getting older. No matter how physically fit they seem.
Gee, do I really think they look a little older than me? Or do I really look young for my age?
Even though I’ve been viewing this as my Diamond Anniversary?
Let me utter a big sigh.
Kinisi 169
Why is addiction
so much easier
than subtraction?
Red squirrel jitters
Squirrels were a pestilence back in Dover, raiding our garden and devouring the crown molding in our barn, in addition to some damage to the house itself.
While deer are a problem here, we haven’t had squirrels.
But the other day, I looked up from my keyboard and saw a small red squirrel scampering across our brush pile.
A few minutes later, my wife, working in another room, called out to say she’d seen a squirrel.
“A red one?”
Yep.
They’re worse than the grays we had, in the opinion of many.
So far, at least, it hasn’t been back.
Cross our fingers. We really no longer see them as cute.
I do love day lilies
So do the deer.
I really do wish they’d stop eating ours, at least until the blooming’s over.
Jnana's Red Barn 