Ah, the bliss of laziness...

So, I gave myself a month to catch up with life and maybe get some writing done.  To this end, I put the blogs and such on hold for a month, and even took a few weeks to make filler cooking shows.  I have to admit that in the month that I gave myself, I've done nothing to prepare for getting back into the swing of my busy schedule.

I had thought that I would enjoy the time with building a back up of recipes and blog posts so that I could take it easy for some time.  This of course didn't happen.  What did happen was that I found my brain enjoying the rest.

As I look forward to the next week when I will get back into the swing of things, I feel ready to get into the roll of it.  I have a brain full of ideas and I'm ready to get back to work.  In a way, this was a brilliant vacation for my mind.

But now, I'm really fucking hungry!  I am ready to eat something egg oriented.  I'm off!

to the public:

really, fuck off.  I'm dealing with this fucking depression in my life and I could probably give a fuck right now... unless you can make my wife not so pissed off that she hates me and won't touch me... then just move along.  

a poem for today... and my depression...

I wrote a poem about how my day ended:

The banks clock claimed it was 99 degrees
and my wife asked for steak on the grill, please
And as always I do what I need to appease 
Only wish I could be treated not like a fucking disease.

miles in the days...

Twice this week I went to my mother's to "help" with fixing up her property that she had let go into quite a bit of ruin.  At once point, there had been a pool.  Now, there is a swamp with the remains of the pool's walls caving in.  There was an old hot tub that has been rotting for years.  The whole wooden fence is about to fall over and can be smashed if my son kicks it.  The pond that was behind the pool area is now so overgrown that you wouldn't imagine a pond is there but for the small patch of algae fill puddle visible.  The entire pool area has been used for years as a place to let the dogs do their business, so the whole area smells like shit.

So, this describes the focus of work in the two days that I was there.  Firstly, she bought a new hot tub to replace the one she had.  The first thing she wanted to do was to "help her" move the old one out so the new one could be placed there.  I took a crowbar and ripped off the rotting wooden casing and had it down to just the shell.  I took the shell, and since there was no one there to help me at the time, tipped it on it's side and slid it 15 feet from where it was to where it now rests leaning against the side of the house.  It's out of the way, but let me just fucking say that that shit was fucking heavy!

I  set fire to small pieces of the wooden pieces in a pottered thing so as to dispose of that.  I think I drank about 8 beers through this process but was working to hard and it was too hot for the alcohol to take effect and I remained sober... oh well.

Her next task was to have me "help her" move the vinyl fencing she bought years ago to replace the decaying fence she has.  I pretty much moved it on my own with a little bit of help from my wife with the posts.  In all, my mother just played with the kids and drank.

Today she was only a slight bit more help.  I did the heavy stuff and she pressure washed where the new hot tub is going.  On the upside, I was paid.  Now, I'm fucking tired and just don't feel like doing a damn thing but have a drink and watch a movie...  of course I have to make dinner first and wash the dishes and water the plants and plant the bamboo and... oh, fuck!

Special Daze

I'm working on this groove of time scheduling... and it's a pain in the ass!  I have six minutes before I need to be in the shower.  The next few days I work, off, work, off and so on.  Hopefully, not only will it give me plenty of time to drink, but I'll get some work done here at the computer.

The thing is, I find the nice weather an enticing time to get shit done that i like to do.  The gardening thing is coming along nicely as I have built a fairly large collection of potted plants for the porch.  Hopefully there may be a house in our near future to move to so that we can set up some permanent gardens.  While we wait, I find myself interested in helping my mother get her shit together at her house.  She's let that gardening of hers go insanely wild.

(No, I still hate her and such, but it's not about that.  It's about having a project.  I enjoy it.)

We planted some stuff in a garden at her house so the kids can look forward to that every time we go out.  Not  saying we'll go out any more frequently... well, we probably will...

Okay, time's up.  Need to shower and get ready for my later shift today.