You can’t always get what you want.
Gone But Not Forgotten
I was bummed to fined that the “Camping Powers That Be” had decided to remove the rustic pit latrine and have replaced it with a plastic, modern-day Port-o-Let. Boo hiss.
This weekend’s camping excursion was fun, but I am no longer the late-night partier I once was and found myself going back to my tent early.
My sleep on Saturday night was a little less than ideal as I had to move my tent (by dragging it about eight feet) because I noticed that I had red ants crawling on the outside of my rain fly on Saturday afternoon. There was no indication that they had managed to get inside the tent, but I wasn’t going to chance it. Remember how long it took for me to recover from red ant bites a couple of months ago? I’ve not forgotten. The new location was not exactly flat and had a couple of small, exposed tree roots. I didn’t sleep well, but I survived.
With a belly full of breakfast and no desire to drink more than one morning beer I was in the M6 and on the road by 11:15am EST. I was home in time for the 1:00pm EST kickoffs.
Gone But Not Forgotten
For those who’ve yet to hear, my discouraged mood of late was triggered by the dissolution of a two-month relationship that I had with a wonderful woman. Sadly our ideas of what we want in our future were widely divergent so we ended it. On my doorstep yesterday was a small box of things that she returned to me, some of which actually made me shed a tear.
I hope that she gets all of the things she wants out of life, including a partner who is ideally suited to be there with her. Sadly for me, I am not him.
Those of you who have known me for some time realize that reciprocated interest rarely comes into my life. It sucks to have to turn it away.
A Weekend Of Football I’d Like To Forget
With the decision to end our time together I also decided to drop out of the Yahoo! Pick’em Pool; she, and our side bet, were the only reasons I joined.
Not having a stake in this week’s games didn’t lessen my angst toward the Jets and Packers for losing again this weekend, and don’t get me started on the Gators apparent second year of late-season collapsing by getting pummeled by an unranked Arkansas team.
Go Away, I Don’t Want To Hear It Any Longer
Tomorrow is Election Day. Regardless of who wins I hope that we can move on and no longer be subjected to this political nonsense, at least for a little while.
Stay Out! I Hope This Is Not A Repetition
With the colder weather arriving I shrink in horror each time I hear the scurrying of squirrels across the roof of my house. I swear to Jeebus that if I have to pay someone to come back out and rodent-proof my attic that I will sell this goddamn house. I am not feeling very emotionally stable and really cannot deal with this bullshit any longer.