Friday, August 1, 2014
Wind and sporadic rain.
"Itty Bitty the Barn Kitty", as my wife calls her, escaped today when I went to feed the poor retarded cat this afternoon. Periodically I've been going out and calling her. I figured when she got wet enough and hungry enough she'd materialize, and so she did. I don't particularly like wandering around outside at night, but IBTBK is white. She shows up in the forest like a bright light. I doubt she'd have made it through the night, the coyotes would have gotten her, if not an owl. One less thing to worry about, now she is safely secured inside.
But there are plenty of other things to worry about. Most of them, it's an exercise in futility. People tell me , "don't worry about things you can't help" but I have never found much comfort in that advice. It's not something you can turn off with a switch. Fortunately, at the moment my worries are few, and really should be classified as minor irritations and aggravations, more than anything else.
My problems are small things. I forget to put my truck keys back on the rack, then it starts raining, and I can't find the keys to roll up the truck windows. Tonight my daughter called and I forgot her boy friends name. I left the barn door open and the cat escaped. None of these are particularly earthshaking but they do drive the aggravation meter way up there.
I didn't do my 20 minute workout on the elliptical. Now it's past midnight, and I'll have to go do that or I will stay mad because I didn't, and I won't get to sleep. That means I have to take another shower, which will wake me up, which will make it harder to go to sleep.
On the positive side, I'm all snug inside. The wind and the intermittent showers are soothing to listen to, and after I work out I'll be tired and feel like sleeping. Tomorrow I may go out for awhile. I'm considering a trip to the big lake in the next county. There's a place there where they rent sail boats. I sold my little sail boat when I moved here, but I still remember how to sail and there's no reason I shouldn't enjoy all the area has to offer.
I switched carry guns again. Now I'm using a Beretta 96 Onyx. .40 S&W is in between 9mm and .45 ACP. It's a compromise of sorts.
I'm worse with guns than women are with shoes and purses. It's a character flaw.
I do seem to be a lot more irritable lately. That's why I'm planning on getting out for awhile. Which Greek playwright said "Those whom the Gods would destroy, they first make mad." I'm thinking either Euripides or Aristophanes. I think I'll go with Euripides. Am I right? If I'm not, I'm going to be really irritated.