This morning I could be waking up from a three month coma, not knowing who or where I am, or even what year it is, and I would still instinctively know it's a Monday.
A song to grudgingly start your day by: Billy Joel "Only The Good Die Young".
Due to life and circumstances being true to what they are as they continue their relentless march forward, I get to see my girls less and less. I want them to know that no matter how much time passes or how much distance grows between us as they move on to bigger and better things, like everything else that changes, my love for them does too. It gets stronger. I love you both and I'm very proud of you.
I got myself out of bed, into the shower, shaved, and dressed this morning. Anything else today is just icing. Two days until haircut day and I have to get a coffee mug that doesn't constantly remind me how cold it is.
Simple tune for a subdued Sunday: AC/DC "Who Made Who".
Run with the fun and enjoy the sun.
There may be storms on the 'morrow
but for today, shine your smile
even one you have to borrow.
Me in all my Saturday "Hell no, I ain't going outside and I'm not showering until after lunch time, either" glory.
Song to stay in by: Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch "Good Vibrations"
Bipolar is a blessing and a curse. The depression can be devastating, and as I get older, it can last way too long. But the up times, the "good" aspects of mania, I wouldn't trade for the world, because that's when I'm awesome. If I could just bottle that awesomeness and have it sitting ready on the shelf when I needed it, I would be set.
Even better is the fact that when I'm awesome, so are you. No one can accuse me of being an "awesome" hog. Go forth and spread your awesome. Just don't throw any colds or flu into the mix. That's not cool, and we're all cool. Right?
Today is the day that things get done. Most likely somewhere else and through someone else's efforts, but the important thing to remember is that they are getting done. At least, I think they are. I can't be bothered to look into it.
This is me. In my house, with no plans of stepping foot outside. Four facts for a Friday...
OK, five facts, but number one was so strong I couldn't help but feel it warranted reiteration.
Stay warm out there and stay safe. Go buy one of these awesome ear-flap hats.
Song to hate the snow by: Mr. Mister "Broken Wings".
Things have been a little rough for me lately and I haven't been posting much. With the weather turning colder, I haven't done much walking or taking photos either. I knew I had been getting about town quite a bit on my travels, but except for sharing it on Facebook, I didn't think anyone would notice.
Yesterday, the sun was out so I decided to go for a short stroll while I could. On my walk, I was approached by a man I had never met and he motioned for me to take out my earphones (I'm always listening to music while I walk). When I did, he smiled and said "I'm learning to walk like you." At first I thought I had misheard him. Then I considered the possibility that he was making fun of me for some random reason. When he said it a second time however, he seemed genuine and gave me another smile before he continued on. I put my earbuds back in and resumed my walk. I'm still not sure what to make of the experience, but I am leaning towards it being a positive one. At least, I hope it wasn't the first time he had ever seen me and simply wanted to make fun of the way I walk.
Too cold for me this morning, so some home made coffee and a small dog in front of a window will have to do.
A song to look out the window to: The Wallflowers "One Headlight".
Somehow between six am and eight am this morning, the forecast changed from rain all day to a beautiful sunny start. The rest of the day? Who cares. I've got this right now and just to stick it to the weatherman, I am sneaking in a walk. Suck it, weatherman.
Sometimes I get frustrated because I have dreams at night that I'm sure mean something important, but when I wake up, I can't remember them. Like last night, I have this strong sense that I came up with a few new swear words I could put to great use today and now they're gone forever.
I'm on my second cup of coffee and on my way to get my license and health card renewed. I keep all my old ones to use as a visual road map, tracing my slow and mundane journey towards old age and eventual death, in five year increments. I could rely on selfies but this way, the government does it and charges me for it, so you know it's official.
Tuesday's tuneage: Hall & Oates "I Can't Go For That".
My day as I scroll down my Facebook feed with my fingers poised over my keyboard..."Nope - won't get my humour, nope - too sarcastic to post, nope - definite flame war starter, nope - I secretly hold a grudge against them but won't de-friend them because I'd rather keep tabs on them, nope - I can't keep correcting their spelling forever, wait... nope - easy target but their pet just died. Damn, we'll try again in five...
Starting the day with something to eat is for wimps. And hungry people, I suppose. I mean, if you feel strongly enough about making sure that everyone is "included". Pffft. This politically correct, everyone counts thing is really getting out of hand, am I right? Next thing you know, we will all be entitled to the same amount of air.
Started work and "Take On Me" by a-ha is playing on Spotify.
Me: Challenge accepted.
Also me: I wonder if all those cords under my desk will be a fire hazard if I drag my blanket down there and curl up?
Here's to a weekend that's passed, a sleep gone too fast, and a Monday arrived that can go kiss my neighbour's cat. Damn, start of the week poetry is hard. Time for coffee.
And, yes, I did buy the turtleneck sweater to match my hair and beard. I am working towards a new career as a fog ninja. First step, the uniform. #DressForTheJobYouWant
A little ditty for the neighbour's kitty: Paul Simon "Cecilia".
During my walk this morning, I encountered a girl about eight or nine years of age (or perhaps older) who was doing her best to load her arms with more items than she could carry. I stopped and asked how far she had to go, intending to volunteer my support. She pointed to a truck across the street but before I could say anything else, a woman a little farther up the sidewalk who I hadn't spotted previously, said the girl was OK and could take two trips if needed. I got the distinct vibe that I was being viewed as a potential predator. I respect and even applaud the woman (I am assuming her mother) for stepping in, but is it OK if I still felt a little creepy and sad that we live in a world where I have to be careful who I offer to help? Don't get me wrong, I understand it. I'm just disappointed by it.
Two concepts mentally called into question during my walk...