Okay, I have to take a few deep breaths because I'm hyperventilating. This is the very limit of my endurance.
I didn't drive into town last Friday (the 13th) because it was rainy, I felt rotten, and was in a foul mood. Despite the fact that I desperately needed to get groceries and other things, I figured I'd valiantly wait until Monday.
I spent the weekend anxiously counting the hours (and minutes) until Monday.
Monday morning (that's today!):
Despite having minimal sleep and maximum ailments, I got up at dawn to get an early start. Showered. Shaved. Forced myself to put on some decent clothes. Hauled all my trash bags out to the car to take to the dump (there's no trash pick-up here in the wilderness).
Just as I was ready to leave I heard on the news that today is a holiday!!!!!!!
The banks are closed.
I can't shop without going to the bank. I have about 35 cents in my pocket.
And don't tell me about ATM machines. I haven't seen one since I was in Los Angeles.
Prepare yourselves - here comes the rant:
America has more FRICKIN' holidays than any place on earth. Every goddamn Monday is a holiday and I'm sick of it. I don't give a rat's ass about Martin Luther King or his dream. If you care, then go light a candle or something - but don't force it on me.
And the first person who calls me a racist is going to get my "Vladimir Putin" poster shoved up your ample derriere.
This goes for President's Day, Columbus Day, and every other harebrained holiday that they come up with. All of them should be banned.
I specifically chose Monday to drive to town because it's supposed to rain on Tuesday - - - but, of course, it rains in Tennessee about 340 days a year. I should be used to it.
BTW -
I just read the comments on my previous blog post and someone (named Anonymous) warned me that Monday would be a holiday. Sorry that I didn't see it sooner.
So, here it is early Monday morning and I'm all dressed up with no place to go. How the hell am I going to kill the day?
Well, I'll watch the cats starve.
And I'll scrape up some scraps for my own dinner. Maybe I'll have 'possum stew.
And I think I'll try to finally transfer some of my old piano tapes to mp3. If I'm successful I'll post some on this blog.
Be sure to let me know if tomorrow is going to be another holiday.
