04/01 Direct Link
Who be foolish? I pity the fool who's illogical. I saw that clip on youtube. It's worth a search. It was from The Show Where I Thought They Were Aliens. It turns out the only one who is truly alien is Sheldon. I watch that show like it's part of my religious studies program. Every night for one hour in syndication. I've seen every single episode at least three or four times and I still laugh. What does that say about me? Easy, I'd say. Easily amused, that's the ticket. I'm a happy-go-lucky kinda guy. That's the ticket.
04/02 Direct Link
I actually went outside for a few minutes. Oh my, what a beautiful day. It's that time of year when it's not too hot, but it's getting there quickly. There's a pleasant breeze. I think we might get some rain later though. There are a number of clouds and they're not the kind that are rain free. I have to pay attention to the weather report. I don't have to but I will. That's it. I'm going to lay in bed and watch TV for the rest of the afternoon. Somewhere in there a nap will be involved. Nice day.
04/03 Direct Link
I still haven't gotten the car fixed. I went to the auto parts store today and they told me that my alternator is dead. I have driven around for two or three days with a dead alternator. Now, I have to get a new one. Or at least a rebuilt one. That's the ticket. I'm going to buy a rebuilt alternator. It's not worth it to buy a new one to put into a car that's 13 years old. So, I guess I have to bite the bullet and get it. I can't drive around with a warning light on.
04/04 Direct Link
I completed the income tax forms but I never mailed them. It's because every year I'm a little freaked out at how much imagination I put into them and we never get audited. I'm a little worried this year because it's the first time we're ever filing a joint return because we actually got married last year. What the what? I know! It's hard to believe. And it really saved us a few pennies. All those years I was upset that we couldn't file jointly and now that we can, I'm worried that we'll be audited. Oh well, cookie crumbling.
04/05 Direct Link
I wrote 100 words and then my computer, acting badly, ate those words. They went into hyperspace. That's not a good thing. That means that I have to write 100 new words. And these words have nothing to do with the original 100 words that I wrote. I don't mind. I'm just rambling here. It's going to be one of those entries. That's okay, they say they don't care what you write. You just have to write 100 words. So, in about 20 more words, I'll wrap up this drivel and move on to other things. Good day, my friend.
04/06 Direct Link
Monday: a good day. It's just like any other day. I seem to write that a lot. I come here on Mondays and think to myself, "Monday is just another day of the week." I have a lot to do. What am I going to do? I just drift through the day and let things grab me as they will. I want to go outside and work in the yard because it's such lovely Spring weather. The temperatures are climbing back up to the 90s already. It's amazing. Soon it will be Christmas Day. That's the way of the world.
04/07 Direct Link
I'm all caught up with 100 words. Yay me. Now I have to get real things done, like taxes and why aren't I walking yet? Raoul just brought me today's cup of coffee. I went to Starbucks yesterday and drank a couple of cups of really strong coffee with half and half. The coffee I drink at home has cashew milk instead of dairy. Not only am I trying to be gluten free but I want to also try to go dairy free. They are sources of inflammation and I'm trying to see what difference eliminating that from my diet.
04/08 Direct Link
Writer's block is a cruel thing to happen. It's like stage fright or performance anxiety. I guess it's just a sign of insecurity. Maybe it's just a moment of not knowing. Whatever works, it's best to just get over it and do the deed. Hence, I am writing here. I don't want to. I don't like it. I have nothing to say. And I'm doing it anyway. I'm almost done, so no big deal. I went to the coffee shop today. I also went to a Creative Mornings event. That was interesting. Today was a boring day. Nothing much happened.
04/09 Direct Link
I'm free and I'm waiting for you to follow me. Sally still carries the scar on her cheek to remind her of his smile. But her Mother said, "Never mind, your part is to be what you'll be." Freedom tastes of reality. If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high, you'd laugh and say nothing's that simple. No one had the guts to leave the temple. I'm free. Freedom tastes of reality. And then a lot of very groovy guitar playing. It's so groovy. I'm free. I'm free. And I'm waiting for you to follow me.
04/10 Direct Link
I had a little too much to drink. But that's okay because then I can wax on and on. I've got you sussed! Although you think you must, we're not gonna take it. We're not gonna take it. Never did and never will. We're not gonna tax it. Gonna break it. Gonna shake it. Let's forget it better still. Now you can't hear me. Your ears are truly sealed. You can't see nothing and pinball completes the scene. Here comes Uncle Ernie to guide you to your very own machine. We're not gonna take it. Never did and never will.
04/11 Direct Link
I have Meg O'Brien on my mind. I just found this: Meg O'Brien was a woman of courage and determination who became the founder of the WLRN Radio Reading Service, which provides print-handicapped persons with 24 hours of news, literature, and general information. She shared her love for literature through the radio program ``Cover to Cover,'' through the annual writer's conference in the Florida Panhandle, and through ``The Late Show,'' a bedtime story initiative for detainees at Youth Hall. I was a volunteer reader at the RRS and I participated in the program at youth hall. I miss her.
04/12 Direct Link
When we think about someone who has died, we bring them back. When we talk about someone who has died, they are alive again. There are so many people I miss who are not physically with me but are certainly still vivid in my memory. Some died so long ago that their memories are so fuzzy. Some died a while ago but their memories linger and are so alive because of that. Time is an odd concept. I have a hard time coming to terms with it. Are we living the past present and future simultaneously? I don't know dude.
04/13 Direct Link
Coconuts are on my mind. I was pulling a brown frond from the coconut tree in the front yard and there were a bunch of coconuts that were moving along with the pulling and I just kept thinking to myself that I hoped none of the coconuts would fall on my head. I am not a big fan of the packaged coconut water, but I just love a cold fresh green coconut whacked open with a machete and filled with coconut water. The Cubans call it coco frio. On a hot summer afternoon, there's nothing like it. So refreshingly good!
04/14 Direct Link
As soon as I'm done with these 100 words, I'm going over to to file the income taxes. They've been done for at least a week but I just haven't had the oomph to file them. I don't want to wait until the last day so today's the day. And then I have to call the insurance agent to talk about the homeowner's insurance for this year. That's truly painful. It's almost as painful as paying the taxes. One is required and one is an option. They're both exorbitant. I have to go. Over and out, I'm gone.
04/15 Direct Link
I finished the taxes yesterday. I consider this a victory because I didn't wait until today. They have been complete for about two weeks, but I put off sending them for what reason I have no idea. But it's done. That's one less thing that has me worrying. Now I can focus all my worry on the upcoming hurricane season. I'm petrified because this is the first year we haven't bought hurricane insurance and even though the predictions are for 50% less storms, it doesn't decrease my level of anxiety. I'll be okay. I just have to sell this house!
04/16 Direct Link
Established 2001, I started writing here a couple of years later. It's funny that the person who told me about it stopped writing around the same time I started. But the point is, how long will this site be around? There's definitely a lack of participation and the upkeep seems to be lacking. So, I can only help but wonder, "How long before this site simply disappears?" I'm hungry. That bowl of oatmeal that I ate this morning just isn't doing it. Time to eat something substantial. And then I have to go have a day. It's time to live!
04/17 Direct Link
It was 20 years ago today. Can I remember what happened 20 years ago today? Can I even remember what happened one year ago today? How about yesterday, is that too far back? Memories may be beautiful and yet, what's too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget. I guess that's why yesterday's gone. I loved you yesterday, but yesterday's gone. Love the one you're with. We're supposed to take a large day trip later today. I'm so not in the mood for that but I'll do it because it makes His Royal Smallness happy. It's a good thing.
04/18 Direct Link
In a mood. It's another Saturday without going to the home. It's been a few months now and I'm still not over it. I take a long time to get into a new routine. My Saturdays lately are filled with going to Costco and napping. That's not very fulfilling. I need a hobby. Something to do with all these boxes of magazines. I should make some collages. I was into that when I was a little girl. And then I grew up and they became silly. I still love them. I should also do mosaics, because I like them, too.
04/19 Direct Link
This website is like a leap of faith. When it dawns on me that these words are indelible and unable to be changed, it kind of freaks me out and I suddenly want to go back and read what I wrote. After all, if you go to the main page, it says that I have 50 batches. That means that I've been writing for more than four years. What the hell is that all about? Totally Montell Williams. It's my life 100 words at a time. There were days when I didn't diarize, but most of them are just that.
04/20 Direct Link
Here we go. Another week. Another slice of life. The son's birthday comes this week. It's that time of year when I get wistful and longing for the good old day. There was a day in there somewhere that was good. I know it. Meanwhile, I slog through these days. I cook dinner, which most days is the highlight. I clean a little here and there and it shows. I need to be more diligent in that effort. It's possible. It could happen. Time will tell. Why is it taking so long to get to 100 words? This goes on.
04/21 Direct Link
April is not one of my favorite months. It's been a difficult time. Spring time is cruel. There's so much potential. But wasted potential is a bad thing. It's enough to make me want to go on the Atkins diet. Or Paleo. Anything but this blowing up diet. I'm getting bigger than ever again. What happened? I threw caution to the wind and I could be 300 lbs. again without much trying. That's pitiful. I pity the fool who's illogical. What does logic have to do with it? That's sort of like asking what's love got to do with it?
04/22 Direct Link
Fortuitous. That's what it is. It's hump day, baby. Hump this. I'm in a mood, but that's typical. It's just another day when you're retired. It's okay. I'm free. No more wage slave. I just have to figure out how to structure the money so that it keeps working for us until we're dead. We might be dead tonight or 20 years from now. Whatever. That's the way it is for old folks. When you stop earning money, all you've got is what's in the bank and that silly little check from the government that comes each month. Big whoop.
04/23 Direct Link
I love me some eggs. Scrambled, fried, boiled, or omelette, they is all good. There are some eggs in the fridge and a bunch of leftovers. What to do? Frittata! It's always a good thing and covered with melted cheese. I love to make them. It's a great way to use up what's in the fridge. We now keep our refrigerator much more spare that we did in the day. Leftovers get eaten the next day. There aren't as many leftovers in there as there used to be. I try to buy fresh fruits and vegetables, but they don't last.
04/24 Direct Link
Happy birthday to my son. It's hard to accept that I have a child who turns 38 today. The days of trying to pass as his brother are long gone. There's no doubt that he is my child, because he still looks like me. I think that will be the case until the bitter end. I don't care to think about that, but it's hard not to. When you get past 60, it's inevitable because apparently there is less life ahead than there is in the rear view mirror. I'm trying not to act old, but it's not easy. Really.
04/25 Direct Link
I miss my old Saturday routine, but I was back in the old neighborhood today to meet a friend for lunch. I didn't go to Costco today either, because I went last night and put gas in the car. Two weeks I went with one tank of gas. Yay for me. The old days when I was working, I had to fill up weekly. But prices are starting to creep back up, I've noticed. They're still about $1 less a gallon than a year ago. I'm grateful for small things. Little things mean a lot. That's the truth, ain't it?
04/26 Direct Link
Slipping softly into Sunday. Is it going to be a weather day or will it be another Chamber of Commerce day? Whatever, we going to make the best of it. Today is officially shredding day so we have to take our papers up to the parking lot and the city will shred them for free. Yay. They did it last year and we didn't do anything. I think we did it two years ago. It's funny how much paper there is in this house! Can you hear me laughing? Oh yeah, so funny. There's an awful lot of trash here!
04/27 Direct Link
Today is the anniversary of Regina's death. It was so long ago. I don't know why I'm commemorating it today. I guess just because I remembered. I used to get completely mental around this time. It was especially difficult because only three days ago was the birthday of my darling son. So, the end of April has always been a bittersweet time for me. I've tried to focus on the happiness of the 24th without coming down on the 27th. The only way I've been successful is to not even think about it. Today, I remember Regina Ann Ehling. Darling.
04/28 Direct Link
It's almost that time. Another month gone by and what is there to show? Just days passed, and time having fun. We drank a lot of wine. We smoked a lot. We had some good fun. There's nothing concrete to show for the month of April. It was springtime fresh! The beat goes on. And the pace quickens. There is surely something coming to be excited about. I just want to celebrate another day of living. What's wrong with that? I'd like to know. So here I go again. I love you. You think that people would have had enough.
04/29 Direct Link
Stuck. I have the desire but not the impetus. I need a stick up the ass. Well, you know what I mean. A good swift kick couldn't hurt right about now. I can't. I'm lazy. I'm stupid. And I'm not a pet trick. It's cold in here. The air conditioner runs and runs and runs. And it's cold. But the air exchange is severe. We need to change the filters. It's time. We've lost the oomph. I predict that we will be out of this house by the end of the year. And then I will not be stuck anymore.
04/30 Direct Link
Goodbye April. Time flies whether you're having fun or not. Am I dizzy or did I just get too high? I'm too high. It's just another doo doo day. Doo dah. Let's go to the Doo Dah Parade. Too bad we have to wait awhile! Maybe this could be the year to go. It's on Mom's Feast Day - November 22. That's incredible. It's just a co inky dink. What am I supposed to do? I want to plan for a trip. That's half the fun - the planning. Of course the actual trip is a chance to say goodbye (for awhile).