I was sure it was Sunday,and I did all my usual Sunday things which, in reality are not that different from other-day-of-the-week things.
I checked my food stock which consisted of one English muffin, six eggs, a plastic container with the leftovers from dinner, two sad looking carrots and one beer.
I decided that Monday, the following day, would be my day for stocking up on comestibles
And so I ended the day by watching the television and wondering, briefly, why the hostess of some show urged me to watch her show again next Saturday night.
Some funny business from my Canadian provider I thought and went to bed and was awakened by the worthless mutts at the usual 7:30 am. Opened the door for the mutts to go out, made the first pot of coffee and turned on the radio and was perplexed; they were playing the national anthem, a thing they normally do at 7 in the morning. So I called the day and time number ( we do have such a service ) and the robotic man came on and said
Today is Sunday, it is seven am
YIKES
Not only did I loose a day, Saturday, but I also lost an hour.
The Saturday is all gone and I have to wait till spring to get my hour back.
And the worthless mutts don't really care.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
La Migra or El Crudo
I was thinking of writing a post about La Migra ( immigration ) or, maybe, about drinking too much wine and getting a hangover ( El Crudo ) or, even maybe'er, a correlation between the two.
AH But, the immigration trip happens but once a year whereas the wine happens just about every night.
So NO, no correlation.
Except of course for the fact that I recently had to go to La Migra for my yearly renewal of my FM3, and Sam's Club is located but a stone's throw away and at Sam's, these days, they sell my favorite, cheap, carton packed wine in four-packs. So maybe there is a connection.
I went to La Migra and applied for another year and paid my now more than a hundred dollars for the privilege and thought to myself, if there are 500.000 of us yearly paying $100, that comes to 50 millions USD. WOW. We do keep the economy of The United States of Mexico going.
And we pay the taxes every time we buy anything, so maybe there is a lot more connecting La Migra with El Crudo than meets the eye.
Just a thought.
AH But, the immigration trip happens but once a year whereas the wine happens just about every night.
So NO, no correlation.
Except of course for the fact that I recently had to go to La Migra for my yearly renewal of my FM3, and Sam's Club is located but a stone's throw away and at Sam's, these days, they sell my favorite, cheap, carton packed wine in four-packs. So maybe there is a connection.
I went to La Migra and applied for another year and paid my now more than a hundred dollars for the privilege and thought to myself, if there are 500.000 of us yearly paying $100, that comes to 50 millions USD. WOW. We do keep the economy of The United States of Mexico going.
And we pay the taxes every time we buy anything, so maybe there is a lot more connecting La Migra with El Crudo than meets the eye.
Just a thought.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Worthless Mutts
Whenever I get upset about the constant and annoying barking of the mutts, I think to myself
At least this barking will keep fools and foes from entering the house.
HA.
When I got home the other day from a trip to town for victuals, and had schlepped the stuff up the hill, I was surprised by the lack of noise from the mutts who normally scream and holler as if they had been left alone for the whole day.
All right, thought I. They are finally growing up and dumped the groceries on the counter and headed to the fridge for a beer. It is hard and hot work walking up that hill.
And there was but one beer in the fridge. One beer where there should have been three. ( I keep tabs )
It took a minute for this to settle and then I checked the drawer where I had ( foolishly ) left my spare cash. Most , but not all of it gone.
So this was the reason the mutts were not too excited about me coming back. They had had company and most probably shown the intruder where the money was hidden.
Worthless mutts. When I need them to be fierce they just lick the burglar to death.
In defense of the mutts it must have been someone who knew that they are shams.
At least he left one beer and a bit of the money.
Worthless mutts.
At least this barking will keep fools and foes from entering the house.
HA.
When I got home the other day from a trip to town for victuals, and had schlepped the stuff up the hill, I was surprised by the lack of noise from the mutts who normally scream and holler as if they had been left alone for the whole day.
All right, thought I. They are finally growing up and dumped the groceries on the counter and headed to the fridge for a beer. It is hard and hot work walking up that hill.
And there was but one beer in the fridge. One beer where there should have been three. ( I keep tabs )
It took a minute for this to settle and then I checked the drawer where I had ( foolishly ) left my spare cash. Most , but not all of it gone.
So this was the reason the mutts were not too excited about me coming back. They had had company and most probably shown the intruder where the money was hidden.
Worthless mutts. When I need them to be fierce they just lick the burglar to death.
In defense of the mutts it must have been someone who knew that they are shams.
At least he left one beer and a bit of the money.
Worthless mutts.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
It wasn't supposed to be like this
I looked around me and thought
it wasn't supposed to be like this.
We were supposed to bicker and squabble and disagree and make up
have wonderful dinner parties or lunches with our friends
and it was I who did not take vitamins by the handful and who did not exercise one day in my life
who reluctantly ate the veggies and and the salad
it was not supposed to be like this
yet
here I am almost five years hence, alone but for a house full of undisciplined and unwanted mutts,
listening to the annoying sound of the rain rushing off the roof hoping that this time the lights won't go out and that the mutts will do their business outside rather than unpleasant surprises for the morning.
It was not supposed to be this way.
it wasn't supposed to be like this.
We were supposed to bicker and squabble and disagree and make up
have wonderful dinner parties or lunches with our friends
and it was I who did not take vitamins by the handful and who did not exercise one day in my life
who reluctantly ate the veggies and and the salad
it was not supposed to be like this
yet
here I am almost five years hence, alone but for a house full of undisciplined and unwanted mutts,
listening to the annoying sound of the rain rushing off the roof hoping that this time the lights won't go out and that the mutts will do their business outside rather than unpleasant surprises for the morning.
It was not supposed to be this way.
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