One of Those Weeks
I have a feeling that this is going to be one of Those Weeks.
They come along every now and then with the sole purpose of proving that life can be a bitch.
I started yesterday full of good intentions. Everything went reasonably well for the first five minutes and then God flushed the toilet and my week really began.
There is nothing definable about Those weeks. It’s not as if everything goes wrong. It’s just that nothing seems to go right. Yesterday, my head was buzzing with ideas for The Book, so I sat with my laptop, and do you think any words would come? Not a fucking chance. I fell asleep instead, and woke later with a fucking headache. That’s when I knew it was one of Those Weeks.
Today, I decided to prove to myself that it was a normal week after all. As soon as I looked out the window, I realised that was a lost cause. It is grey. It is cold. It is windy and it is raining. In fact it is just the kind of weather I hate the most. It is the kind of day that is half tolerable if you can sleep through it, but after all the sleep I had yesterday there is fat chance of that today.
I just know I am not going to get anything done today. If i do try and do anything I will make a mess of it, so it’s better not to start.
There is only one thing for it.
Out with the bottle of whiskey.
Sláinte.
G’dad…I am delighted to read that you are back to your pleasant, cheerful, and easy-going self.
Was I ever anything else?
I denote a tone of cynical observation from time to time-see “Know Your Limits”.
Meh!
Yes. I am now working my way through a bottle of Tyrconnell
You refuse to admit it TT, but we have a lot in common!
Both old farts maybe.
“so I sat with my laptop, and do you think any words would come? Not a fucking chance
Here’s a word back to haunt ya Granddad – “Boggles” – Get that into your opening sentence and you’ll be flying in no time.
Will I get an acknowledgment in the book?
Hopefully, g’dad, you won’t finish the second book too soon. I have yet to read the first one. Further, I am a slow reader as the words get fuzzy after two beers. So, take your time.
Boggles me arse. No chance.
Willie – I think there is little fear of that unless it takes you several years to read a book?
The fucking US Mail may take a year to deliver it. Coming all the way from the East Coast by Pony Express and depending it doesn’t arrive in torn, little pieces, I should be able to finish HR in about two years or so. Do I sense a challenge coming on?
One piece of good (maybe bad) news is that you, G’dad, have encouraged me to give new life to my almost dead blog. Thanks, I think.
A challenge wouldn’t be fair. I can’t write ’em as fast as you can read ’em. Unless you are a total “cat sat on the mat” beginner?
That is good news. Takes some of the pressure off me. Some year you must explain to me exactly why Haikus have to be that way.
G’Dad ..Damn, if I couldn’t sleep last night as I pondered, am still pondering, an answer to your request about haiku. I am reminded of some guy that, when I asked him what time is was, he explained for hours about how to build a watch. So, I may need that “some year”.
I am, with ” baited” breath, awaiting HR in the mails. When it arrives via USPS, god help us, I will pull out my “Cat-in-the-Hat’ degree and tear into it. Next time you tip one, please remember a quick toast to me that Her Highness delays another “Let’s move the furniture” venture. Thanks.