The last 116 days have been:
- and the ever-present “et cetera”
My last post (Sept. 8, 2011) was entitled “I do not live near normal”. It was satirical. Fact is I lived very close to Normal (Normal, Illinois). Okay, so it was a lame attempt, a softball pitch that any minor leaguer could have hit. But, guess what? I’m a minor leaguer.
Anyway, what’s happened to me in the intervening days, weeks, and months??? Where have I been??
First, I’ll let you know where I am right at this very moment. I am sitting in a freezing cold coffeehouse called “Jeremiah Joe”. It’s in Ottawa, Illinois. I swear it was warm when I got here. Not sure what happened. I even asked one of the workers if they turned the thermostat down.
“Nope, it’s been set at seventy degrees all day,” was his reply.
“Bullshit,” I mumbled under my breath. I would have been a tad more vociferous; however, I needed their Internet connection to finish this post. I know: Boohoo. Cry me a river. Go ahead – play the world’s smallest violin for me.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, for our feature presentation. Here in reverse order is the last 4 months of my life (condensed of course):
- Last night, I got into an argument with a guy at the PADS shelter in Ottawa. He hogs the television controller. He dominates people. He dominates people so much that I ended up in my bunk for most of the weekend. That’s how much I abhor confrontation. At one point during our argument, he told me that I wasn’t going to watch what I wanted to watch. “I’ll watch whatever the fuck I want to watch,” I retorted loud enough for everyone (including the volunteers) to hear. It was like someone else had said those words. They may have come out of my mouth, yet for a split second, I considered looking around to spot the imposter who spoke them. Long story short: I got the controller. I looked for the program I wanted to watch (Chicago Bulls basketball game). It wasn’t on. I handed him back the controller, then went and did a workout. How funny is that?
- Have been able to spend a lot of time with Abbey, laughing, playing, homeschooling, and the ever-present “et cetera.” Would not trade this time with her for the world. Love you, Punkin.
- “I want Daddy!!! I want my Daddy!!!” Abbey and Angela had just gotten back to Ottawa from visiting me in Bloomington. Angela called because Abbey was begging for me. A day and a half later I was up in Ottawa. I’ll never forget that.
- After making it through to the final interview process with State Farm, I dump the idea of pursuing a career there. More important things to live for than $$$. Besides, it wouldn’t have worked out anyway. Also, dumped the idea of working for H&R Block as a tax preparer.
- Entered a photography contest with picture of Abbey. Got an honorable mention. Photograph was taken with my cell phone! Ha! The “professionals” who judged the competition couldn’t tell. See the photograph attached to this post.
Well, those are the highlights!
As always, I hope your life is equally as wonderful as mine.
Take care and best wishes…