Something out of Porgy and Bess
Yes, the living is easy. At least as long as it continues to be FEBRUARY! Ok, Ok, I could handle it when it was January and -10 degrees F. I could even take the snow in March, having read about such atrocities in ancient, dusty books. But it is May. MAY! The lusty month of May! The only thing that makes it lusty up here is that you are trapped indoors with nothing else to do. I'm feeling a Cat in the Hat moment.
But it has its advantages as well. Due to what the local weatherman keeps referring to as a "freakish" nor'easter, I haven't worked all week. I'm not sure I'm ever going to start painting houses, which is fine by me. At some point, I'm going to want the paycheck, but I'd rather write all day, and go on long walks in search of "inspiration" by which I mean coffee, and a danish. My boss told me we'd reschedule in the middle of the week, but I'm fairly sure that his will to live has given out completely, and he languishes in a pit of despair.
In other news, I am momentarily homeless. One of the girls who was supposed to move out of our sublet for the summer has decided that she won't leave until June 1st. Pleasant of her. Consequently (I was on vacation while all this happened, visiting the rents in VA) another of the tenants, who was sleeping on the couch, took my bed. Having another place to go (Lori's) I am allowing her the space. But I'm half packed in in both places, everything I need in one stored in the other.
This is why I could never have two houses. That, and abject poverty.
I should end this on a positive note however, a little counting of my blessings. No work, and forced to live where Lori does the cooking. If it wasn't 40 outside, the summer would be perfect.
More when I think of it.
But it has its advantages as well. Due to what the local weatherman keeps referring to as a "freakish" nor'easter, I haven't worked all week. I'm not sure I'm ever going to start painting houses, which is fine by me. At some point, I'm going to want the paycheck, but I'd rather write all day, and go on long walks in search of "inspiration" by which I mean coffee, and a danish. My boss told me we'd reschedule in the middle of the week, but I'm fairly sure that his will to live has given out completely, and he languishes in a pit of despair.
In other news, I am momentarily homeless. One of the girls who was supposed to move out of our sublet for the summer has decided that she won't leave until June 1st. Pleasant of her. Consequently (I was on vacation while all this happened, visiting the rents in VA) another of the tenants, who was sleeping on the couch, took my bed. Having another place to go (Lori's) I am allowing her the space. But I'm half packed in in both places, everything I need in one stored in the other.
This is why I could never have two houses. That, and abject poverty.
I should end this on a positive note however, a little counting of my blessings. No work, and forced to live where Lori does the cooking. If it wasn't 40 outside, the summer would be perfect.
More when I think of it.
posted by Brian Wilkins at 11:08 AM
5 Comments:
aww...poor southerner :p
and might I add that Lori is an excellent cook
Brian, Brian, Brian. I had hoped that four years of college might have condensed your propensity for long-winded, verbose conversations about, seemingly, nothing. Obviously, I was wrong. Hemingway would not approve. You can still bullshit better than anyone I know. I should have taken notes on your talent--I could have used it in AP English.
That being said, it amuses me and gives me fuel to add to the "lordly" fire. So, I won't complain too much. Although, you're not allowed to make any toasts at the wedding! ;) Can't wait to see you in July!
My dear Susan,
even the granite staters were wincing in the wind a few days ago.
Megan,
Hemmingway was impotent. That's why he used such small sentences and shot himself; a sad, sordid lack of stamina.
cheers!
Hemmingway really was impotent, you know...
Just ask F. Scott Fitzgerald.
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