I constantly read about the restorative properties of a post-lunch nap. Well, they all lie.
Although my weekend was fun, it did deprive me slightly of rest. After lunch today I thought, 'Maybe a short nap in my office'. So I pushed my two guest chairs together, stretched out and dozed off.
It was a bad idea.
I woke up after twenty minutes when my ass hit the floor from the chairs sliding apart, more tired than I was when I dozed off, and with both my legs asleep. I wandered drunkily around for another ten minutes hoping my legs would re-gain their senses.
What a wonderful weekend. A baseball game, two movies, a great dinner, wonderful conversations, nine hours of poker, a mysterious phone call, sleeping on a new bed, and a trip to the dump. Well the trip to the dump wasn't nearly as much fun as the other things but the lack of garbage is quite nice.
My neighbor's house is on fire and all the fireman are standing around laughing.
I woke up this morning to loud trucks, diesel exhaust, and snippets of disjointed conversations just outside my bedroom window. When I got out of bed I noticed six fire trucks, two 'rescue' vans, and about a dozen other assorted vehicles. It seems when my neighbor died in December, her house and land was donated to the fire department for a training and today is the day that they decided to burn it down.
It would have been nice if they had told us, but they seemed to have 'missed' our house when dropping off flyers to the neighborhood. Not a problem except our house is roughly 35 feet from the house they are bringing down.
It has been rather interesting to watch them burn a corner of the house at a time to try different methods of putting it out. Now, they are letting burn to the ground.
"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?"
God I love that movie.