Yaknow, if you burn dynamite, it doesn’t blow up. Really.

Better? Yeah. Coooooool off. I blasted a few rocks to smithereens today. Burke sneaked me some dynamite from wherever he is. Traffic? Still horrible today. Note to self. When you are driving to work on your five little miles of freeway and some stoopid son-of-a-putt cuts you off, do NOT, repeat, do NOT get mad and gesture at him. It is *very* likely that he is going to the same business park that you are. And thank you very much, sir, for not retaliating. You were in the wrong but I should have kept my temper under control. You were a lot bigger than me. Work? Muuuuuccchhhhh better. I love my work when I am busy. My colleagues keep reminding me that there are lulls and I know I will eventually get used to the cyclical nature of my work. It is really such a nice job that I am still pinching myself after a year. And I am still tripping over my work ethic. And then there’s national politics. So-called “bankers”? I still have no words. This crap will happen again. It doesn’t really matter which party is in power. This stuff happens because people get greedy. I don’t know why. I am pretty happy in my ugly little late-50s tract house with the Blue and Only Bathroom, among other loverly features. ‘course, I do have a beach at my disposal too, at least part of the year, so maybe I should just shut up.

I do know that, as much as I love the dark and cold of winter, it also means that our beloved cabin on Fin Family Moominbeach is closed up for another year. The boats and chairs are put away. Those storm windows that I hate so much are up. A necessary evil. The next time I go north, I will stay in the Siberian Command Center. It has its perks. I have a morning walking route carved out that goes down around the locks and downtown area. If I have time to go out again later, sometimes I walk around down by my old childhood house on Superior Street and my grandma’s house on John. If I’m lucky, nobody gets paranoid about me taking pictures. I mean really, an old terrorist like me. And I did once fancy myself as a neighborhood terrorist, beating everybody including boys who were older than me at races and jumping contests and kickball and stuff. I am a ghost of that wild Indian child now.

I’m rambling. I don’t really have anything much to say today. I’m feeling better about life but sad that summer is over. Life does go on and I found orange and purple LED lights at Tarjay today. And more skeletons. I am actually ahead of the “holiday” season this year. Yay! Last year, the blasted Christmas lights were out by the time I started looking for Halloween stuff. Note to self: buy trick-or-treat candy soon.

2 Responses to “Yaknow, if you burn dynamite, it doesn’t blow up. Really.”

  1. Dog Mom Says:

    erk!!! you have reminded *me* that I still have to get ToT candy, too!!! yeek – do I get the stuff i *like* and try to not touch it OR do I get the stuff i won’t touch and be stuck with a bunch of stuff i don’t like after it’s all over? or do I just leave the lights of and ignore everything? Naw, can’t do that!!!!

  2. Pooh Says:

    Buy the lights or whatever now. Buy the candy the day before Halloween, but buy what you like. Then you don’t have time to be tempted to eat it before Halloween, but can snack on whatever is left afterwards. Take it to work if you have too much left over. Rake the yard aerobically to burn off a few of those calories.