Disjointed. That’s how I have felt since January 29th. I believe that is a whole month. And today is that special day that no child really wants to be born. Wonder how many have been born since midnight last night? I’m off to appointments in town and am trusting the water heater will magically appear…
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m. Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
Hey, don’t you worry none about my coils. They’re fine just like they are! So, the faithful Sears man showed up first thing this morning. As you might recall, both the water heater and the refrigerator went out the day before my scheduled trip to Captain’s Weekend at Cabela’s in Gonzales, LA. Thank God for…
Oh, how I’ve missed you! You, my virtually real friends, were temporarily replaced by real-life people of all shapes, color, sizes, and gender strolling past my “booth” into the abyss of dead animal heads and dead fish adorning the walls and other walls and racks loaded with equipment to shoot those animals and to catch…
and real life has taken precedence. Ok, the refrigerator went out today. Sears can’t come until Tuesday. And in a mad dash to town, 20 miles away, to get some last minute things for my trip to appear at Cabela’s, I got a phone call reminding me that I had a TV interview at 6:15….
After being under the weather and off my feed for the past three weeks, and doing 3 tours in 2 days, I am finding myself not 100% yet. At the moment, I am chasing my tail getting ready for an new chapter in my life . . . in my professional life. I’ll be back…