A left-handed compliment
We’ve been trying to walk every day since the weather broke.
We’ve walked every day this month, and today we walked a total of 4.5 miles.
I had to do something, my fat ass creeped up to 260 again
Fortunately we found a dog park, off an improved walking path, in which to park
The first time we walked this path we parked in a shopping center at one end. Evidently the shopping Centre doesn’t appreciate that and issued me a $55.00 ticket.
Not a real citation, one from the company that manages the parking. I could get towed or booted if I park on one of their properties again, if I don’t pay.
Yeah…
Right…
They don’t make a ‘Denver Boot’ that big, and you’d need a tractor trailer to tow the Dude. Not that I’ll use any of your lots again purposely.
Yesterday, as we returned to dog park from our walk, I hit the men’s room.
On my way back to the where the truck was parked, I walked by a group of 7-8 city or county maintenance men. Thier white work trucks with the seal, backed in, parked in a row. They appeared to be just finishing the loading up of tools and were bullshiting, when one noticed me.
He turned to the other gentleman and said
“That’s what I’m going to look like when I get ‘old’!”
I must be getting soft.
There was a time when I would have quipped
“Who you calling old motherfucker?!?”
Please use the term media cave, - I hate the phrase man cave - it’s reductive and derogatory. As Sebastian Maniscalco said “my father had a man cave it was the house”
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
“David Allen Coe”
Recently passed on April 29…
This is my second favorite David Allen Coe song; the first being ‘You never even called me by my name’.
‘Would you lay with me (in a field of stone)’
Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me
Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear
In the midnight hour if my lips were dry
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you
Would you bathe with me in the stream of life
When the moon is full will you bathe with me
Will you still love me when I'm down and out
In my time of trials will you stand by me
Would you go away...
Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me
“This is our big mistake: to think we look forward to death. Most of death is already gone. Whatever time has passed is owned by death.”
– Seneca the younger
“Epictetus”
Remember, it is not enough to be hit or insulted to be harmed, you must believe that you are being harmed. If someone succeeds in provoking you, realize that your mind is complicit in the provocation. Which is why it is essential that we not respond impulsively to impressions; take a moment before reacting, and you will find it easier to maintain control.
— Epictetus
