Tuesday, April 11, 2017
I'm not talking foul ball. Or fowl bird. I'm talking foul mood. I've been in a dangerously foul mood for a long time. And I have the urge to rant.
I had a few beers today - along with a lethal dose of NyQuil. No need for you Goody-Two-Shoes to worry. I wasn't driving.
I used to be a hardcore lush.
Ever since I moved to Tennessee I'm nearly a teetotaler. Not because I got righteous. Solely because this is a "dry" (or semi-dry) county. In layman's terms it means that the Baptists don't want anyone to drink liquor. Someone ought to tell them that Jesus turned water into wine. He'd do one helluva business here in Hillbillyland.
Anyway, there's one tiny store snuggled on the edge of town that sells beer only for outrageous prices.
You've told us that already, Jon.
Well, I'm telling you again just in case you forgot.
The joy of life in the wilderness is wearing thin. There are times when I'm almost tempted to rejoin civilization.
I said almost. But not quite.
My ravaged back is keeping me from doing things around here. I can hardly walk most of the time.
Run to a doctor, Jon.
I presently don't have any health insurance. And past experience has assured me that most doctors are only good for two things: prescribing pain pills and sending outrageous bills.
A serious aside:
I realize that several of my fellow bloggers (including Geo. and David) have literally had their lives saved by doctors, and I truly appreciate the fact.
As for me: I no longer give a shit about my own life. I have nothing to lose but the ability to walk (if there's any grim humor in that, I can't find it).
Doctors are not all Ben Casey. I could tell you about a frighteningly loopy doctor that I had a personal relationship with (long ago).
But I won't.
This blog post is getting too long but I'm on a roll. Sort of.
All of the purple blossoms around here (in my previous post photos) have died from the recent frost. Only a few scant white ones are left (see header photo).
I always assumed Tennessee was a mild southern state. If I ever knew the winters were ten months long here I would have never came. I should have gotten a clue when I discovered that the state bird is the Penguin.
I thought that was funny but nobody's laughing.
The wasps and bees are vicious this season. I get attacked every time I go outside. And there are a lot of them.
My cat Scruffy caught two lizards lately (in the house). I quickly rescued both of them. Fortunately they were both unharmed. I like lizards.
One more thing before I go:
I've decided to keep the comments on this blog in the "moderation" mode for a little while longer.
I personally hate comment moderation - and I'm sure some people also find it annoying.
I've discovered, however, (thanks to live traffic feed) that a few people who despise me still regularly visit my blog. I can't understand why - except for the fact that I'm irresistible (*smile*).
I think they are just waiting for me to say something that they don't like - so they can gleefully pounce on me again.
It's a good thing I keep most of my thoughts to myself.