"Learning to live and living to learn"
I was startled at how cold it was this morning as I set out for the park. The wife advised me to put on my winter coat, but I refused. I have already made the transition from winter to summer jacket, and, unlike our Prime Minister, I have no desire for the “volte face”. Suffering the cold is a small price to pay for integrity, in my opinion. Lily, (the dog who must be adored), is in full agreement for once, since she also refuses to wear her winter coat but that has nothing to do with integrity and more to do with the weight she has put on over the past few months. Yes, its official, Lily is “a bloater”!
After my long overdue trip to the hairdressers, (see yesterday’s post), I accrued a few extra shekels in the relationship account by dancing the Dyson shuffle and waltzing around the nest with Mr. Sheen while both the wife and Lily were out visiting clients. Unfortunately, it seems I blew the goodwill this morning by forgetting about the recycling which, as you know, is very important.
I made the mistake this morning of reading the Sunday papers with my coffee and, as usual, spiraled into a ranting session about government corruption and the much-publicized spat between William and Harry. I wouldn’t mind but I’m not much interested in either subject, at least not as much as I am, about the neighbor who keeps parking his blasted van directly outside my sodding driveway. Forget about the future economic health of the country; Ignore the rising geopolitical tensions undermining the established world order. Forget about the fact that we are hurtling headlong towards, what seems like inevitable environmental Armageddon and disregard the fact that, in all likelihood, we will see soldiers back on the streets of Belfast and Derry by end of year.
The only issue of import right now is what goes through the mind of that SOB who mounts the pavement opposite my house in that monstrosity of a van in which, by the way, no tools are left overnight. Who does he think he is, going about his life without any consideration for those who have to put up with his lack of consideration? Clearly, this individual has no idea of what constitutes acceptable behavior in a local community.
During my tirade, of which I have only provided a brief summary, omitting vocabulary of a more colorful nature for the sake of the children, the wife listened silently. She waited for the pressure release to reach conclusion before suggesting that I have a quiet chat with the neighbor in question.
Ok, it seems a reasonable approach and, being a reasonable man, ordinarily I would act on the suggestion but, the problem is, he is bigger than me.
OK, that’s it, I feel better now, I can get on with my day!