Let me put it this way. If my life was a parade that had been rained on, that would be one thing. Instead, I’m the guy with the stuffed toy monkey on his/her shoulder, playing the organ grinder in a shadow of the doorway on the corner. There’s not much point raining on the organ grinder with the stuffed toy monkey. Rain on a parade and you get a show. Rain on the organ grinder with the monkey and the organ grinder will just keep talking to the monkey. There’s no point raining on the organ grinder with the stuffed toy monkey.
This last week has been filled with the kind of bullshit that makes an intestinal virus seem like an occasional commercial interlude. Which we’ve had around here as well, an intestinal virus. Not a bad one. Just bad enough.
Last night I realized the past week has been so consumed with bullshit that I’d basically forgotten about Christmas while trying to wrap up the bullshit which just kept piling up in bigger and bigger heaps. In the meanwhile, our stomachs kept coincidentally cramping up and sending us running to the bathroom.
Hopefully the bullshit will subside today, but if it does, it’s still the kind of thing that leaves a really foul taste in the mouth that lasts a long time.
Marty calls to say a branch went through the back window of the van.
H.o.p. comes bouncing in, saying, “I can’t wait to go to camp! We’ll both have so much fun there!” Camp? And take along mom? One doesn’t go to camp when they’re of an age and temperament to want their mothers to come along.
I should be a happy woman. I’ve got sitting on my desk a Wacom tablet, just unboxed, which I’ve wanted for years. I knew it was being delivered today. The UPS woman knocks on the window. I greet her and amazed at the big box. Why does a Wacom tablet need such a big box? I sign for it. She can’t read my signature and asks me what my name is. No one can read my handwriting. I bring in the box. H.o.p. asks if it’s for him. Nope, for mom. I pull out a whopping huge 9 by 12 inch tablet which is larger than 9 by 12 , the writing area is just 9 by 12. I somehow manage to make room for it on the desk (the keypad is now turned 3/4s to the side though). I have sitting here the drivers. I should install it and give it a test drive. Working on photos and art will be so much easier, not having to struggle with a mouse.
A Wacom tablet! A Wacom tablet! I’m tired. I didn’t sleep last night because all I could think about was the bullshit going on. I’m starting to feel all emotional over a Wacom tablet.
What in the world am I doing with a 9 by 12 inch Wacom tablet?
Sniff, sniff. No, I think that’s just allergies. Or residuals of the cold a couple weeks ago.
So we’re getting over this current intestinal thing and my sister, with whom we were supposed to spend Christmas day, writes just now and reports nearly everyone at her house has come down with strep throat and a virus.
I want chocolate. Something gaudily chocolate with chocolate sprinkles too and sugar cookies on the side and egg nog and “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” playing on the television and then “Santa versus Satan” while I play with my new Wacom tablet.
H.o.p. carries in our four foot light up snowman and sets it down next to me. I think I need the snowman plugged in for this too.
Happy Holidays!
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