Apparently, someone in the neighborhood decided to get chickens and was unaware that most chickens no longer require a rooster. Unfortunately their cantankerous cock must be from a different time zone as this morning he started crowing incessantly at 3:00 . I was unable to get back to sleep until I finally put in some ear plugs.
This weekend I cleaned the gutters, visited with my wife's sister and moronic, bigoted, homophobic, redneck husband, went fishing with J and cleaned my tool bench. I seemed to have evolved into this somewhat responsible, moderately happy, reasonably productive member of society. I live a satisfying life and have avoided any major bouts of depression in recent years. My family is well, work is acceptable and I spend a fair amount of time helping others to find their way to a similar existence. I guess I should be grateful for all this bliss... right?
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Ummmm... sometimes I find that when life gets too comfortable, I am uncomfortable. But I am working on a depression this morning. :)
Happy day to you Dirk.
Chickens??? I didn't realize you live out in the sticks. :-P
Sounds like things are looking up for you, my friend. I am glad to read this.
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