This might be my final blog post. I no longer care about blogging - recently it means absolutely nothing to me.
I'm presently completely immersed in my own private nightmares, which I'm not in the mood to divulge publicly.
Last night - long after an agonizing midnight - I almost called 911. After a semi-conscious deliberation, I decided that it's best to die in my own bed. No doctors, no hospitals, no endless red tape and unnecessary prolonged torture.
Life itself is a prolonged torture. I can attest that from bitter experience........
I'm delighted that Memorial Day is finally over. There are far too many holidays to contend with. What's the next one - - Father's Day? Independence Day?
Father's Day should be passe. Men are finally (regrettably) on the very bottom of the totem pole.
Independence Day is a golden thing of the long-gone past. Our independence has been rudely and irreversibly eroded.
Fools will disagree with me.
So, how was my Memorial Day weekend?
Cold as a penguin's kiss. On Sunday the temperature dropped to 51 degrees (Fahrenheit). I closed the windows, grabbed an extra blanket, and shivered my tootsies off.
When I awoke on Monday Bosco (my feline) was sleeping under the covers - - and there was a dead mouse on the bed! A Memorial Day gift from Bosco.....
Since there is presently no joy in my torturous existence, I decided to prepare a meal. Eating is about the only positive event left for me.
So I spent an hour preparing a non-fancy but appealing meal -
Bratwurst, red potatoes, mixed vegetables, corn on the cob, and Kaiser rolls.
I was in the process of carrying my plate to the kitchen table - - when I rudely tripped, fell on my face. The plate hit the ground and smashed into pieces. All my food was on the dirty floor.
Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
If I survived May, there's a remote possibility that I might tackle June.
Who the hell cares?
Dreary, hideous front "yard"
Part of my Memorial Day meal, in the frying pan - before hitting the floor
At least I had cheesecake and strawberries.....