grump. grump. grumpy.
i am so tired. soon i will change into my pajamas (out of my wide legged express pants, pink button-up shirt and black sweater with pointy-toed shoe combo that i had never worn to work before this day) and collapse into my wonderful, blanketed bed.
the dishes are not done.
the laundry, it is piling.
the suitcase, remains packed.
on monday after work, i made baked italian chicken, pierogies and peas. then i paid bills. this took all evening. i went to bed at ten thirty.
yesterday i went to super-target, bought eighty dollars worth of groceries. made pork tenderloin, potatoes au gratin and rolls for supper. then i cleaned the downstairs of our house. our neighbors had s’mores, or as some might call them “graham cracker delights”, around the fire pit. afterwards jud and i sat and talked with our friend jenn for a bit and after she left i went to bed. it was about ten-thirty-ish when i crawled into it.
now it is six in the evening and i am wiped. i did come home and make soup and sandwiches for dinner (despite the plan to make meatloaf and mac ‘n’ cheese…i just could not muster the strength needed to chop onions and crack an egg. The package says ‘use or freeze by Dec 2’ so it’s either tomorrow, friday or never for that pound of meat. have no fear, i will use or freeze by friday night).
i probably could have been doing laundry while watching oprah today. she had kirk franklin on to talk about the p word. i didn’t type it because i’d rather not have searches bring up this site when that word is included. anyway, it was good, but not as good as it could have or might have been. i think kirk probably had a lot more to say about his faith that either wasn’t said or didn’t make the air. either way, oprah is sad because she has a religiousity about her i.e. professing to listen to kirk franklin’s music while working out and saying things about people’s ‘spirit’ but not truly knowing God. so much power and so little depth. it’s just a pity to see her not have any anchor or any compass other than the latest book she read or the psychological ‘expert’ sitting on her show. kirk franklin said he has been p-free for 5 years, which is truly wonderful and all because of the grace of God. the topic always reminds me of don chafer lyrics that go like this…
“Underneath the mattress where he keeps his cash
Is a bunch of magazines he calls his secret stash
It’s a life that he ain’t never lived
But man he’d love to give them dice a roll
And every time he flinches while he’s flippin’ through the stack
He tells himself that anything that paper might lack
Is made up by the fact that
every woman there is under his control
All these promises of freedom
In the bondages of sin
I’m praying someone somewhere gently
will bring the sadness back in”
Also from Don…
“Paul kicks up trash on a dirty street.
A few pages dance away in the wind.
They cause a deep breath and a lusty sigh
when he compares them to his Rosalind.
Early on Roz was a sight to behold,
and she always made him feel like a man,
But Paul thinks time’s been cruel to her form
the way the ocean wears away at the sand.
His perfection is a neon light.
It stains his flashing eye.
And the after-image in his head at night
is nothing but a lie.”
I know posting song lyrics on your blog is something twelve year olds do and i know that it makes me incredibly uncool or unoriginal (although posting original poetry makes one neither original or cool, so it looks like all lyrical items should be removed from the blogging public immediately), but i’m doing it right now and you’re just going to have to stop reading the things i put here because you didn’t even read those lyrics anyway. you skimmed them like they didn’t mean something or because they weren’t that important, but i wouldn’t have gone all the way over to waterdeep.com if i didn’t want you to read them, so go back up and actually read them or stop reading the things i write all together. if you can’t read all of it, don’t read any of it at all. go away now. stop reading.
i told you i was grumpy.
