Neanderpundit

One thing and another, I’ve been hammered flat all weekend. Auto/home/whatever repairs, and a toin of other crap all at once, and my knees feel like the dog’s breakfast. And yet, I’m enjoying myself immensely.

Years and years ago, I watched my father suffer from the countless ailments and infirmities that plagued him all his days- bad feet, back, knees, bone marrow infections in the upper arm etc.

I watched him- a tough man, a man capable of dealing with pain that would lay waste to lesser men- I watched him involuntarily weep in pain.

I prayed a fervent prayer, every night, in those days. I prayed, “Please, God, take away a little of Dad’s pain. Let me have it. Let him sleep tonight. Let him rest.”

Today, when I ache to stand, creaking and groaning and sore in all my joints….. I smile. And think, yep. I asked for this, and I accept it. And suddenly it doesn’t hurt so much at all.

Thanks to the inimitable Mr Porretto for the reminder.

You should put your glasses on.

That way you can distinguish between the travel size Crest and the Preparation H.

On the plus side, my roids are now minty-fresh.

Glad I didn’t brush my teeth first.

Thatisall.

And I lie a lot, too.

Fact is I have a bunch of shit to say but no damned time to say it. Work, home, etc- so farging busy it’s not funny. So some random thoughts:

I have a “wide stance”. Hell, I often use the handicapped john. Am I going to be interrogated by freakish cops next? I ain’t gonna be tapping my toes in any public john, that’s for sure.

Global warming seems to be fizzling. Yay. Hope it takes out the careers of those who espouse it.

Priest in the UK offers chance to confess your “green” sins.

“Bless me father for i have sinned.

I murdered my girlfriend and dumped her body in the swamp”

“Confession is good for the soul, my son, say twenty hail mary’s and go and sin no more”

“Thank you father. When you hear about Suzie Jane going missing you’ll know it was me”

“SUZIE JANE? You SCUMBAG! Don’t you know she had fake tits? Those things will never decompose! They’ll be in that swamp FOREVER! Report to my office at once for a FLOGGING and TURN YOURSELF INTO THE LOCAL CHAPTER OF GREENPEACE AT ONCE!!”

Washout in one entrance of my neighborhood. Have to go the long way around for a while, maybe several weeks. City can fix the street but the Army Corps of Engineers has to be responsible for the problem with the “wetlands” (Swamp) that cause the trouble in the first place. God forbid we inconvenience a heron.