Other than the fact that MJ Hawkeye is back in the bastion of 'Buckeyedom'( a frequently tedious situation)it is an exhilarating feeling sleeping on one's own bed.(Is it 'on' or 'in') Yesterday was spent lying on the couch, reading two months of junk mail. Wanna know how important I am? From January 14 until yesterday I received two pieces of personal mail; a re-print of a letter to the editor denouncing Obama. It came from my college baseball coach who lives in Iowa and the other was a Valentine card from my cousin in Cedarburg, Wisconsin. Other than those it was all 'Junk City'.
The very worst part of being home after a seven week stay away; I couldn't remember where items are located. I had a sandwich and soup for dinner and forgot where we keep the spoons. Worse yet, I couldn't find a soup bowl. Ask Lizzie for help? No way. I wouldn't want her to think I'm a blithering idiot. I stumbled across the soup bowl looking for crackers then found a spoon in what I thought was the drawer we kept napkins. Now, if I can remember how to work the TV remote I'll be golden.
The one aspect of the entire day I most enjoyed was letting my car remain jam packed full of clothes from the Florida trip home. The mini-SUV and it's contents paralleled the Joad Family from the 'Grapes of Wrath'. I decided I'd get to the cleaning process at my leisure. I'll go to the garage for a widget then open the car's back end and bring in a shirt. I figure doing it this way I'll have the vehicle unloaded sometime around Memorial Day. As most of you know my work philosophy resembles that of Percy Kilbride in the Ma and Pa Kettle movies: "I didn't get much done today, Ma, but I'll give 'er heck tomorrow". Unless I change my mind.
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