Letter to a friend

 

 

          Alex,

 

I’m not certain that I know my exact weight.  If it helps you to know… our bathroom scales do not go up that high.

 

But three hundred is plenty… any way you cut it, it means I’d be better off if I could shed some weight w/o hurting what’s left of my energy and free time these days.  (That sorta puts the kibosh to either the ‘not eating plan’ or the ‘do exercise plan’ which is why I feel stuck where I’m at.)

 

Yea, the stress of moving out…  and not being able to finish a thousand little projects that have been waiting, and waiting for me to have some free time and some urge to pick them up out of the pile…  to be forced into either making everything wait while I work on something or abandon the whole idea and toss the thing irrevocably in the trash.  Or to finally take the time to sort through ominous piles of stuff and separate out the junk from the good stuff.  To finally get all life’s little treasures sorted out and organized into a system whereby I’d be able to find those things that I want when I need them.  But rather to see the stuff unceremoniously tossed into the garbage.  Did I say unceremoniously?  It was more like, gleefully tossed into the garbage followed by a victory dance around the trash can!  Nothing is more off-putting than this deplorable habit women have of always trying to toss out the many great gadgets and gadgets that men pick up and have enough sense to squirrel away for latter days.  Unless it is to be compared to a great pile of such gadgets that has gotten out of control and you can never find the things you’re looking for when you could have used them anyway.  I suppose I was a border-line case.  I could find things I needed about half the time, and the other half I’d drive everyone crazy looking for stuff.

 

In any case, I am sure to go through ‘with-drawl’ pains for the next year or so as I come to realize just how many of my little treasures have been mysteriously lost in this move.  It is really funny how that could happen too, and disproportionately to the stuff the wife has lost.  I guess I should have packed more of her boxes for her, but I was too busy at the time moving the furniture.  (hmmm…)

 

   

 

 

 

Can you belive?

that it is almost time for Final Exams? It won't be long now... And I still have to file my FAFSA... grrr...

Deep Toughts

Deep Toughts Hot Pursuit Or, What I did Friday Morning. It was a still and quiet night. I had just arrived home from my paper route and was walking up the drive when I heard a loud crash followed by the sound of plate glass tinkling. Turning toward the sound, I realized that it had come from a section of new homes that are not yet occupied. I figured that it might be a thief and I wondered what I should do. As I stood there, a car appeared at the end of the street, and rounded the corner. I watched it going down the road when it stopped, a guy got out, smashed the side window of parked car, jumped back in and the car speed off. This is not the kind of thing that I stand around and let slide. I jumped back into my car, and tore off after them. As I went I called 911 on the cell phone. When I got to the intersection where our subdivision connects with a main road, there were only two cars on the road with visibility of about a mile in either direction. One was coming at me, and one was about a quarter mile away to my right and moving away from me. I turned right and speed toward them. They came to the four way stop at Lone Star and Midland, and without stopping turned right, I turned right and spotted them tuning into a side street. I followed. They pulled to a stop as the street was a dead-end, I got behind them and read their plate number to the officer on the phone. They then pulled a 180 and speed out onto Midland again, crossed Lone Star without stopping and turned right again somewhere around Smith. At that point I no longer felt the need to give chase, the police were able to catch them. They had smashed the drivers side window of a older car. It looked like about a 68 Pontiac four door. And they had broken a window in a new home, one of these vinyl insulated windows, double glass, and gas filled… very spendy. The Police did catch them, a group of teenagers in a silver Honda Accord who all claimed to have just been minding there own business, as if I’d gotten the wrong car. –Not a Chance!- But a call from the Police officer Sunday morning to review my account of things, informed me that since I had lost visual contact with the vehicle from the time it turned out of the subdivision until I had reached that intersection myself… he was going to have to let them off. If only the lighting had been better.. if I had gotten a better description of the guy who smashed the car window… but all I could see was a silhouette of a tall and slender person wearing pants and a shirt who had short hair. That description would fit about 30% of the population here. Oh well… at least I tried. -Dan.