House of Pain

I'm JUMPY.

I can't help it, sometimes I'm just JUMPY.

First...

I came home last night from a long day of condescending to high maintenance video customers.

That can wear a person out.

Next...

My driveway is a bitch!

After the winding mountain trail thru the haunted Forrest, I have to make it up the final hill at the foot of my castle.

Recent weather has left it pure ice.

After one failed attempt at getting half way to the top and sliding all the way back to the bottom with the breaks on, I surrender and put the chains on my tires.

I beat the bitch!

Now...

I'm mentally bankrupt, physically drained, and not in my most cheery mood.

I'm tired, and relieved to be home.

Alone.

I enter through the back door and step into the dark room that is the woodshed.

A voice...

"Don't have a heart attack."

...Yeah, right.

I Freak Out!

Immediately, I realize that there is a figure sitting in the corner in the dark, and

Speaking to me.

The next minute, I knew who it was.

But, in the seconds in between...

I JUMPED!

Then I yelled.

"What the Fuck, you stupid Fuck! What the Fuck you Trying to Do to Me?

FUCK!"

I heaved my back pack at him and bitched some more, then went into the castle.

Most times I might laugh it off a little quicker, but I was not in the mood. Not last night.

I needed to be alone.

I needed to know that I was alone.

He is a good friend and I feel bad that I bitched at him.

At the same time I feel closer to him because I know that I can bitch at him.

And maybe... Inflict a little pain.

Friendships are weird but beautiful.

Last night?

I'm over it.

but, I'm still JUMPY.

and...He won't do it again!

EVERYBODY JUMP!

A Day in the Life

What is a typical day in the life of Jim Dandy like?
Well, it's funny you should ask.

I'm Jim Dandy.
I wake up with the sun in my face as it creeps over the mountain like some cosmic game of peek-a-boo. Lately, this is around 6:30 a.m.

My cat, Cayo, is always curled up against me, so I show her some love by snuggling and petting her for a few minutes, and it's up and atom!
Then...( like a television family from the 50's, I'll censor the bodily function details.) You're welcome!
Next, it's chuck some wood into the old woodstove and feed Cayo. Being careful not to chuck Cayo into the woodstove and...err, nevermind.
I like to start my day off with a movie. Something light, funny, and if possible, a little on the corny side.

I don't have any network t.v. or cable or satellite, so anything I watch is from my home library or brought home from work.
It could be Green Acres, Beach Blanket Bingo, or cartoons.
Last weekend I had a three "Gidget" movies. One for each day. Today, it's "Raise Your Voice", the new Hillary Duff movie. (it sucks, but who's watching anyway!)
While the film du jour is playing, I fix my tea and start breakfast.
Usually, it's some fried potatoes with onions, garlic and eggs. Some times I do a Mexican style with tortillas and salsa.
Whatever it is, it is from scratch and it's good.
Next I sit in front of the computer, which is on the kitchen table, and check e-mail, read a couple blogs, and eat my breakfast, while watching the movie that is still playing.
I'm big on multi-tasking.
(Today, I'm blogging as well!)
Now it's time to shave, shower, do the dishes, and dress for work.
Before I can leave the castle, I have to clean the cat box, put some little handfuls of cat crunchies around for Cayo to snack on while I'm gone, stoke the woodstove again, and turn the nightlights on.
It's dark when I get home at 9-10 p.m.
My job at the video store is about a half hour drive into the village, so I leave about an hour and a half before I need to be there, to account for any delays on the journey, and leave time for any errands in town.
Departure time, 9:30 a.m.

Nine or 10 hours of video rentals later, I come home to Planet Dandy!
(The events that occur during the work day are best left to future blogs!)

After I fixing myself a coctail, I repeat the morning rituals, feed the cat, stoke the stove, fix some food, and hit the computer, while watching another movie.
The evening film has to be dark and scary. The opposite of the morning movie mood. Zombie movies are always good. Last nights selection was "SAW". (wow, saw is was spelled backwards!)
After getting thoroughly creeped out, it's off to bed, where I may read a comic book before turning out the light around midnight.
Once again, my cat is curled up against me, purring and keeping me safe.
And that ends my day.

I thrive on these seemingly mundane domestic routines.

I've had my share of adventures.

I'm no less wild, or through with adventure either.
Now, about my day off ...

That's another story!

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme

I am the classic All American Boy!

I want it all!

I want this and I want that.

I have more than anyone could ever need.

I have rooms full of electric guitars, amplifiers, comic books, stereos, collectibles of every genre from Rock n Roll, to Famous Monsters.

New York Post...JOHN LENNON SHOT DEAD.

Autographs, Photographs, phonographs.

Posters and Coasters.

Cookbooks and Matchbooks.

I got more shit than a two seater outhouse!

Guitar Picks, Drum Sticks and Backstage Passes.

Leather Jackets and Old Ripped Jeans.

Concert shirts from back in my teens.

Now there's DVD and Internet too!

There's no stopping

the shopping

that this kid can do!

This isn't a poem,

so I'll End it soon.

It seems though,

that no matter how bad I want something,

as soon as I get it,

I want something else!

When is enough enough?

If they would just stop making stuff,

I could stop wanting it,

and finaly

have it

ALL!