|
| January 28, 1997 |
Circulation 54 |
Vol. 1, No. 12 |
TIRED YET?: Now where was I?
... oh yeah ... unloadin' the bottom of the hutch ...
I got all that scattered over the floor in front of me
... tryin' to sort out the items that could be put somewhere
else ... the candlesticks could go to the dining room
... at least the ones that weren't broken in the middle
... the 14 year old remnants of a bouquet ... (a miniature
cattail with half the top broken off ... a couple of sprigs
of Eucalyptus) ... needed to go somewhere ... the electric
bun warmer that we'd looked for every Thanksgiving for
the past 10 years finally surfaced ... finally the bottom
was empty and I moved on to the drawers ... drumsticks
... a reminder of the temporary insanity of that Christmas
... when we bought a drum set for #3 son ... jes' goes
to show ya' ... it's not only grandparents who buy obnoxious
things for kids ... a small, wooden cigar box with my
Boy Scout Troop Librarian patch ... it was the only patch
I ever got ... besides my Tenderfoot badge ... I only
got it because I was elected to the position ... I used
to do a lot of the things in my book ... I jes' didn't
take the time to fill it out ... get the adults to sign
it ... it wasn't all that bad bein' at the bottom for
three 'n a half years ... I still had fun on the campin'
trips ... then there were the Phoenix Police shoulder
patches ... not mine ... found in a pile of junk in the
corner of the garage of the house we bought in Phoenix
... kept for years ... I was always tempted to put them
on a cap ... a coat ... anything to add a little excitement
to my boring life ... but calmer heads prevailed ... there
were a couple of the "I LIKE MIKE" buttons ...
I had these made up when I was tryin' to get elected to
a position in the Texas Credit Union League ... a shameless
knock-off on Ike's campaign materials ... back to the
drawer ... finally down to the bottom ... pushin' the
assortment of pins, needles, small nails, picture hangin'
hooks, rubber bands, half of a molar, screws ... half
a molar!?!? ... hmmmmm ... I guess the tooth fairy was
a little late in gettin' to this one ... my reverie is
broken when I realize I have to take David up to the school
for his basketball team pictures ... it's too late to
shower ... I put on my tennies ... throw a coat on over
my t-shirt ... ran a wet comb through my "Einstein"
hair ... I hate it when water beads up on my bald spot!
... figgered nobody'd see me ... I always feel funny leavin'
the house in sweatpants ... I see other people do it all
the time but I'm always uncomfortable ... maybe it's because
these are my pajamas ... of course I run into everybody
I know in the neighborhood! ... we get back in time for
lunch ... I'm beginnin' to lose my focus ... but then
I spot the Best Buy ad on the table ... it mocks me with
it's "free interest for six months" ... slowly
... reluctantly ... I head back down the stairs ... nothin's
moved ... it didn't all magically get up 'n crawl into
a trash bag! ... Joanne is helpin' now ... it only makes
it worse ... if there's some item that I don't have some
fond memory of then it's her turn ... Stephanie's plastic
ID bracelet from the hospital when she was born ... her
corsage from our Senior Prom ... now it was time to take
Daniel for his team picture ... followed by a game ...
this time I put on my jeans ... awwwwww ... much better!
... we got back around 6:00 ... Joanne 'n her friend Laurie
were plannin' the evenin' activities ... it was to be
the "television" special at Chi-Chi's ... "quick"
she said ... "we've got to leave soon before the
lines too long!" ... "and you've GOT to take
a shower" ... I knew she was right ... I'd kept gettin'
these faint whiffs of a nasty odor while I was sittin'
in the bleachers at the game ... I was thinkin' it was
the kid in front of me ... but maybe it wasn't! ... I
glanced at the Best Buy ad one more time before I headed
upstairs ... I thought to myself that they'd probably
be sellin' 786's before my basement was clean enough to
house it ... be runnin' Windows '00 ... maybe tomorrow
would be a better day!
|
"The joy of desire is in the
anticipation of its realization." -- Mikey, Thinkin'
Too Hard
|
| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
|
|
|
|
|
