I\u2019m back, I\u2019m back!\u00a0 I was in election jail.\u00a0 I was being trained.\u00a0 Oh, the horror, the horror.\u00a0 Please pity me.\u00a0 I will live to regret getting involved in this flying circus.\u00a0 No power in the \u2018Verse will be able to make this turn out right.\u00a0 But I\u2019m committed and the wheels are in motion.<\/p>\n
That was last night.\u00a0 Today I was out of state and helping out a friend.\u00a0 It involved travelling through rush hour traffic on an alternate route with too many lights and not enough lanes.\u00a0 Just my luck the main highway had a major accident and copious amounts of traffic spilled onto the road I was on.\u00a0 I watched in horror as my remaining time and gasoline trickled away into history as I sat in crawling traffic.\u00a0 The magical E mark on the gas gage and the digital clock on my dashboard competed for my attention.\u00a0 Finally, the gas gage won and I exited into a station.\u00a0 Imagine my horror when the gas pump refused to work!\u00a0 It would deliver about eleven cents worth of gas and then the valve would bang shut.\u00a0 Like some pre-technological savage, I mumbled some kind of incantation to the gods of petroleum and performed mysterious wrist turns to put the gas nozzle at some undefined angle to align the earth and the flow mechanism to ensure a sacred resonance that would grant me more gas.\u00a0 After ninety-nine cents of gas had been delivered (or more likely, had been falsely charged) I gave up.\u00a0 As a beaten man I returned to the road and its molasses-like flow.<\/p>\n
My anger was increased when I observed that there had been no increase in the remaining milage in my tank according to the gage\u2019s wisdom, none at all.\u00a0 Those eleven cents-es were completely false.\u00a0 If any of the people on the road were watching me at that point, they would have seen someone screaming to himself and gesticulating like a demented idiot at his dashboard and this witness might have been tempted to call the police for my own good.<\/p>\n
When I finally reached my destination, I was a half hour late and below E on the gage.\u00a0 Luckily, the time limit turned out to be either incorrect or a ruse to get me there sooner.\u00a0 This caused very mixed feelings in my soul.\u00a0 But eventually I saw the humor (somewhat).\u00a0 And once the race was over the rest of the errand became suddenly stress free and enjoyable.\u00a0 It was another one of those beautiful fall days that inexplicably appear out of the teeth of typical drab New England clammy cold.\u00a0 It was sunny and in the mid-sixties.\u00a0 I had a nice snack and very good cup of coffee before heading home and at the next Mobil station I filled the tank with no other pain than the usual financial outrage that is now the standard reaction to life in Creepy Uncle Joe\u2019s America.\u00a0 Now with the needle on the right side of the F, I drove with a smile in my heart and a country song on my car\u2019s music system.\u00a0 It was Tobey Keith\u2019s \u201cRed Solo Cup.\u201d\u00a0 And in my new-found joy I sang along with Tobey and suddenly I hadn\u2019t a care in the world.<\/p>\n
When I got home Camera Girl saw what a good mood I was in so she told me to empty the mouse bucket traps in the sheds.\u00a0 Well, that brought me back to reality.\u00a0 Nothing like bloated soggy rodents to put things in perspective.\u00a0 But still.\u00a0 It was a bright warm day and the crows looked happy to see my dead mice down by the swamp.\u00a0 The circle of life, and all that.\u00a0 And I saw some good comments on the site and I was reminded that Senator Murkowski is about to be fired in favor of someone on our side of the fence.\u00a0 And that cheered me up quite a bit.\u00a0 And tonight, is split pea and sausage soup which is a very hearty and savory delight.\u00a0 So even though the day was interrupted, I feel that life provided the right ingredients for a successful foray into the world.\u00a0 Life is good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m back, I\u2019m back!\u00a0 I was in election jail.\u00a0 I was being trained.\u00a0 Oh, the horror, the horror.\u00a0 Please pity me.\u00a0 I will live to<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,3366,818,1263],"tags":[1267],"class_list":["post-20983","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-events","category-life-in-dunwich","category-ocf","category-stuff-that-personally-interests-me-miscellaneous","tag-photogs-corner"],"yoast_head":"\n