Grump Central Archive: Week of 27 May 2018
Saturday, 2 June 2018
Anyone who placed their bets on my not hearing anything (that includes me) wins. Which means I get to spend yet another weekend in limbo—and seeing red. Since I don't have a doctor to prescribe head meds, I'm hitting the liquor store. My life's already shot to hell—getting drunk can't possibly hurt.
Friday, 1 June 2018
Today I'm supposed to learn what the buyer intends to do about the situation. 50-50 chance I actually hear from anyone, and assuming I do, 50-50 chance it's good news. There's almost nothing left of my stomach lining...
Thursday, 31 May 2018
As we head into June, and my mood continues its freefall, I have to wonder how far down into the abyss I can sink before something happens, and what that might be. I've never known such a terrifyingly dark place. Sleep is rare and precious.
Wednesday, 30 May 2018
As the lawyers clash, I am weary to the bone from this struggle. And the weather isn't helping one bit: forecasts call for a solid week of rain ahead. I won't even have a chance to enjoy the mountain laurels.
Tuesday, 29 May 2018
A recent walk through my half-finished house got me thinking about some things quite differently. The vast majority of my belongings—only a fraction of which have been retrieved from storage—were meant to provide fun and a sense of purpose in my retirement. Now I look upon it all as just so much excess baggage. And the recent loss of a friend over political differences has only served to further sour my outlook. I wonder, if I'm ever able to finish my home, will I have lost all interest in those things by then? With no hobby, the only need I'd have for the house is indoor plumbing...
Monday, 28 May 2018
While I was outside investigating a power outage yesterday, I tripped and fell. Nothing broken, but I'm a hurtin' puppy. So I'll be spending most of the "holiday" in a horizontal position.
Sunday, 27 May 2018
Back to rain. Pouring rain. Sigh.
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