my 59th year on this cursed ball of mud (harry turtledove reference) was undoubtedly my worst. in the space of 6 months i lost my dog, my father and my best friend. of course there were some good things but the scales of happiness were light years away from being balanced. of my losses, only my father is irreplaceable. i now have a new dog who is oozing with potential and i'm prepared to be my own best friend until the stars come into alignment and a new partner in crime emerges. yes, i am cautiously optimistic for the coming year.
i can't decide if falling in love with royal doulton character jugs was a positive or negative development. on the positive side, they're pretty cool to look at and under the right circumstances, they can speak to me. on the negative side, collecting china figurines isn't exactly what every young man dreams of doing. i'll never tire of don quixote, sancho panza or the viking but those other sons of bitches will probably end up in storage sooner or later.
this is a bit of a sappy song but i'm a sucker for rockin' ronnie.
i love you sons of bitches and remember these days are solid gold so you might as well enjoy the moment.
4 comments:
I'm glad you're not going to shelve the old Don. That jug was authentic!
no fears, if anything happens to don, i have 2 spares waiting in the wings along with my single spares for sancho and the viking.
I can't believe how painful those 3 loses must be for you...Goddess bless your sweet little heart.
Are you going to keep them dusted?
Sitting in the bar yesterday the man next to me wuz celebrating his 62nd birthday, the five of us got to talking about getting old and one man said, "But you still feel like your 21, right?" "Only when I'm whacking off." They thought that wuz the funniest think they had heard in ages.
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