Monday

No doubt it was Monday. My mind, is so tired.

~ Ron Walker ~ 20 Comments

I nearly didn’t have a chance to make a post. As I type this I am actually ignoring my MIL, who is standing in the hall just outside my office, regaling me with a story she has told 100 times already. I wanted a nice quiet day. Maybe I need to want a hectic, crazy, manic type day. Then, I’ll get a quiet one.

The day started at 5am to let the dogs out. So far, all good. Coffee done, I sit down at the desk. Reboot, my cat, decided at that moment, to throw up all her food she had eaten for the last month. She actually covered half the keyboard! Gross is an understatement. I think she has the flu that is going around. So I spent the next 10 minutes rinsing off (and out) my keyboard, saying a silent prayer that the advertisement for it being highly water resistant, was true. Turns out it was true, and the keyboard is fine. Other than I get a little queasy each time I think about it.

All day long, the neighbors large dog barked, and barked, and barked. Hard to concentrate on anything with all that racket. They are nice people, so you hate to have to say anything. They are gone somewhere anyway, left the dog out. I decide to go to the back porch/deck and shout at him to get quiet, he just gets happier to have someone to bark with him. Hence, the picture at the top of the page.

Shortly after that, a friend of Michelle’s needs a ride to the ER, she is sick. I get 3 hours of quiet, during which time I spend digging a coin miner malware out of my computer. As that is accomplished, Michelle arrives back with her friend, and her son.

This kid is a troubled 16 year old teen, he is also a YouTube video fanatic. From the moment he sees you, till he leaves, it is non-stop YouTubes he wants to share with you. They are all loud, crazy, or just something you care nothing about. I try to be a good host without losing my marbles. They leave and the next crisis arises over an abandoned dog. Another rescue woman, has spotted a pit bull roaming the area and needed help from Michelle.

I feel like my mind, has traveled down 20 miles of bad road. You could sure tell it was Monday around this household. I hope all of you had a decent Monday. I didn’t get a chance, to visit many blogs like I had planned to do today.

Comments always welcome,

A quiet weekend, and a mellow Monday.

~ Ron Walker ~ 22 Comments

Nothing makes a weekend like a grandchild visiting. Issac dropped in with his Mom, and wanted to play music with grandpa Sunday. I wish I could bottle the energy this little fella has.

The weekend was relatively quiet. Until Saturday night, when someone decided it would be a good evening, to fire some fireworks. Not sure what holiday they were celebrating. Sometimes if you get enough alcohol in you, any Saturday night is a holiday. I don’t drink, so I was a bit confused when the barrage started.

Johnny Reb is back home from his stay at the county Hilton, I mean, jail. He has been very quiet so far. His family came over the next day and cut his grass, maybe it was an attempt to bury the hatchet, after having put him in jail.

This is Monday, treat the rest of it well, we won’t have another till next week! Keeping this short for a change.

Comments welcome,

A good ending to Monday

~ Ron Walker ~ 4 Comments

I’m a sucker for sunsets. There is just something magical about them as they change from second to second. I stood on the porch this evening and watched the Sun set and it made the horizon look like it was on fire.

Looking back on today it was a really nice Monday. I may have been sick all weekend with some type of bug, but I didn’t have to go to the ER this time and that is always a plus in my book. It’s amazing how wonderful you feel after having a bad bout of something. The air seems cleaner and everything just stands out as if new.

I hope everyone had a great ending to their Monday. If I could bottle this one I would send you some but for now words and a picture will have to do.

Thanks to everyone,

Just another Manic Monday

~ Ron Walker ~ 3 Comments

Just like the song by the Bangles “Just another Manic Monday”, my Monday started off slow and quiet and quickly turned into a Manic Monday.

Last night the wife announced that she had lost an item (A Vape) that the daughter had bought her as a gift. We checked the chair she had been sitting in. We checked my office and the bedroom. I told her to calm down and I would find it tomorrow.

“That” was an experience I’d rather not dwell on.

So here we are Monday, I searched diligently all over the house. I even looked in the fridge and the chest freezer. It was driving me nuts not being able to find something slightly smaller than a cigarette pack. My next thought as I checked the chair for the 4th time was maybe she had dropped it in the garbage while putting something in there. Nope, not in the garbage. “That” was an experience I’d rather not dwell on.

The wife and mother-in-law went to town to pick up some groceries leaving me there to hunt for the missing item.

Then the Monday gets Manic. I proceed to disassemble the king size bed by myself, moving box springs and mattress off the frame for a better look, thinking one of the tiny dogs might have thought it funny to take it up in the box springs if they had made a hole. There was no hole.

Back to the living room doing my best imitation of NCIS with the bright flashlight looking under and behind everything. I search all the rooms again for the 4th time. Then I stop and just stare at the recliner that I had checked four other times by reaching deep into it’s dark innards. I sit down on the floor and with the bright light look over every nook and cranny in that mechanism of the chair. Just as I am about to give up a glimmer of something shiny catches the light.

I swear I thought I heard a chuckle

Tucked up inside a ledge nearly inaccessible without taking the chair apart with an ax sits the Vape. Using a plastic curtain rod and some choice words I manage to get to it. At one point my hand gets stuck and I think of having to sit for hours till someone comes home. I suppose the chair had enjoyed my turmoil enough for one day as my hand came free, I swear I thought I heard a chuckle, or maybe it was me.

If that wasn’t enough for one day, when the wife gets home I get her to cut my hair with the small battery operated clippers. I tell her to buzz it all off. One third through the cut and the batteries start dying. No batteries to be found so I rob the TV remote for some batteries so I won’t look like something from a Mad Max movie.

I manage to get a shower without drowning myself. I get a pair of underwear out of my drawer and note the pink tint to them. While I’m standing there looking at them in wonder, the wife says, “I meant to mention that to you, one of my red shirts faded in the wash”.

I feel a twitch developing…

Now I sit here on this Monday evening and wonder if perhaps at any moment a leg will break off my office chair, dumping me in the floor where no doubt the dogs will try to lick me to death as I lay there and cry. Then when they get me to the hospital they will discover the pink shorts. I feel a twitch developing in the corner of my eye just like Chief Inspector Dreyfus in the Pink Panther movie.

So it was just another Manic Monday. I have four more days to go.

Comments welcome,