Tongue In Check

See, here’s the thing. My body, old and beaten as it may be, knows that fall should be fast approaching.  Without any interference at all from me, my body is aware of the changing of the leaves on the trees and the cool nights. My body is aware that dark is coming a few seconds earlier with every passing night.  Yet the reality that surrounds me is so different. It’s still 90+ degrees every day and the overnight lows have not dropped below the mid-70’s.

It’s funny, but after almost 7 months here in Texas, I was hit with a colossal bout of homesickness last weekend and the only thing I can figure is that my body knows it is fall back in Michigan and it has been an endless summer here in Texas.

Sometimes I just miss standing on my deck late at night and listening to the coyotes somewhere off in the night.  I could never tell you if they are fighting, fucking, or just talking to the moon because they always sound the same. I suppose there is something to be said for that.  Coyotes wear their howl on their sleeve.

I can’t tell you how many times in the last month I have started to write something here but just can’t bring myself to it. I would start a post and then delete it or else just leave it unfinished.

What’s the word I am looking for?

Blah.

A friend of mine who emails me on an almost daily basis ends almost every sentence with the word “blah” and I often wonder if she is even aware that she does it. Blah!

I added the exclamation point on my own.

Let’s see, what’s been going on that is worthy of writing about.

Well there was….

No, that’s not really worth writing about.

But we did….

No, that’s not worth writing about either.

Oh, check this out….

Shit. Fuck. Piss. That’s not worth writing about either.

I think you might be able to see where I have been for a month now.

Anyway, I went to Home Depot this morning to help out a little old lady who needed a new entry door on her garage and made myself incredibly homesick. I miss my garage. I miss my tools. I miss my yard and most of all, I miss my mower with big tits. Texas is fine, but it has been one fucking endless day after another.

The company I work for has been taken over by another company. Get this. The old company was like the Mercedes Benz of the oil fields. The new company is like Wal*Mart. I have gone from feeling like an integral part of great company to feeling like a fucking greeter at your friendly destroy America faster store.

Oh yeah, and one more thing. This was funnier that shit. About a week ago….

Ah hell, that ain’t worth writing about either.