Tuesday, Oct. 24, 2017 - 9:52 p.m.
I'm Just Fine ************ I don;t write here very much anymore and I don;t read a lot of diaries anymore. Gone are the interesting crazy people and their transparent lives Instread, it's old ladies grumbling about their jobs spouses and Trump the occasional romance but mostly lowliness and purposeless existence hardly worth apple;aiding for any of that unless leaden doubt normalcy is the new cool which I doubt then I guess I wish everybody struggling good luck and then try to get away back to my happy little life and get back to my habits of making little happy I guess my only heart wrenching drama concerns are for for cats and they;re fine The real crazy people who used to walk t across the white carpets my life with muddy shoes are now pretty much permanently installed in the town bars I am watching them age fast and notice our conversations are never more than hey or hi more like a squeekie toy response than a thought process two three beers a night ....forever that mops up their time between dinner and bed and out of trouble And to think I used to wonder what the value of bars was? Now I know they provide a place to exist in that , unlike a mental hospital pays its own way as a community service Alcohol taxes dutifully collected and the grain harvest gets consumed in liquid form Most of these people are married yet they fade away to the bar like clockwork to hang out with divorced friends and make eyes at the barmaids who are closer to 40 than 20
I just worry about my cats who don;t need me worrying about them They are fine I'm fine we are fine We are ready for winter and thats that Their fur has grown in luxuriously and my sweater and sweatshirt collection is ready to go I should just stop paying attention to the town drunks but its hard when they are your neighbours and they drive into the ditch at 2 am ' and they need a push and they see my lights on and knock on the door I never refuse anyone as long as they drive off afterwards Cats watch it all through the window with a mild curiosity I never explain whats going on to them they;re cats they would;t care even if I did explain Its only October ' and the winter drunks are ready early too
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