I walked away from the PC and started fixing the dining table leg, and then got really into buffing the table top with four coats of paste wax and the random orbit car polisher. I noticed that I got a bunch of wax on the not so slippery Linoleum floor only to find that the floor is now wicked slippery.
I started to scrub the floor with Soft Scrub in an effort to remove the wax (good luck) on the now slippery and sudsy floor, when I realized I was late on my Parkinson's medicine and hadn't eaten. I cooked up and ate left over hamburger stew like a starving Basset Hound, washed the plastic "Parkinsonsproof" dishes, and started to carry my hand tools to the man shed only to remember that I hadn't taken my meds yet.
I shot back into the house, took my meds, ran back outside to shut the shed door, when I slipped in the grassy mud and landed straight on my ass! I sat in the muddy-grass-depressed-ass-print and rain a bit dazed, but the cool North West "drizzle" on my face felt cool and refreshing.
While looking up into the gray cloudy sky, I realized a couple of things:
1. No matter what my physical condition or mental capacity has been over my life, I've always managed to get myself into a place where I try to do too much at the same time!
2. I don't really have a plan or a clue of what I'm going to do next.
3. On good days, the thing that I start in the morning, is usually the last thing I pick up in before I stop working, which makes it easy to start working the next day.
4. On bad days, I can't find my ass with both hands let alone find what I started... ever.
5. Now I know why Don talks to himself so much.
6. It's nice to know someone is still talking.
7. The wet cold muddy grass and the windy cool rain felt very very good... Today.
So I laid there, in the cool, muddy, wet grass for a few more minutes just to breath in the moment...
Campy Out!
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