The Easter Blahs.....
I got ‘em.....I earned ‘em.....’n my stomach woke me up at two AM to tell me about ‘em.....-’n evidently I got nuthin’ better t’do than tell you about ‘em....what it is, is a lack of personal discipline.....at Easter-time, it’s all about See’s Marshmallow Eggs ‘n the disastrous effects thereof....(at other times of the year, it’s chocolate-covered peanuts),,,,,
During my long life, my lack of personal discipline has surfaced in myriad ways leading to almost epic encounters with various ‘n sundry epicurean delights and other, frankly more ridiculous endeavors.....I once had a tendency toward the impulse purchase of old automobiles....my poor old house is stuffed with an unknown quanity of mementos gathered, garnered, obtained over the years and forgotten....I avoid my basement whenever possible ‘n haven’t been upstairs for years.....I have no idea what may be there nor am I in any great hurry to find out...years ago I had a collection of comic books, mainly Classic Comics as my unreliable memory recalls, plus other books, etceteras....I kept them in a couple old footlockers ‘n left them (not unlike things my children have left)....when Mom ‘n Dad moved to California, a lot of my stuff was left in storage at my Aunt’s house ‘n it burned thus relieving me of the responsibility of doing anything about it.....I was thinking that if the over the counter purchase of dynamite was still legal, I could remodel ‘this old house’ by the strategic placement of several sticks of the stuff...
Ah well, life is all about options, ain’t it?
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