Strange Urges
October 3rd, 2005 by rsm
Long day, 11 hours at work, only the first half hour spent in my office, the rest running from one meeting/committee/repair/advice to the next. And I took on the additional masochism of teaching CPR tonight.
The temperatures are dropping and we get those cool evening breezes that make mountain life so appealing, which, of course, makes me think, “Wow, I really need to take a few days off and just be ’sick’.”
Then a stop before heading home where I hear the overhead announcements at Wal-mart: “Someone from Housewares to the Service Desk. Housewares to the Service Desk,” and I dream of one day scouting the employees, finding out what the *-code is for an overhead page, then sneaking to some isolated phone, maybe in fabrics, and announcing “Seventeen-inch monkey to the fitting rooms with a whip. Seventeen-inch monkey, fitting rooms, whip.” Or just a real harsh whisper, “Don’t do it. It’s a trap!”
The big fall festival comes to town in a few weeks and I was already planning on hiding in the cabin. No more, I guess. I heard from one of my newly commissioned officer friends that he’d like to come stay and bring some other of his friends as well. There’s always space here for those I care about. This one, I respect a great deal. Means I’ll probably be drinking, just to be social. Probably for the best anyway.