This morning I dragged myself out of bed and down the stairs (picture me pulling myself by one leg, kerplump, kerplump hitting each step), turned on my coffee water and tried to turn on my computer. Nothing happened. All my monitor lights were off which meant a fuse had been blown.
I then remembered Matt saying last night, “I pulled the chain on the light in the basement and I got a very bad shock,” so I dragged myself down yet another flight of steps to the electrical panel in the basement. Sure enough, Matthew’s shock has been strong enough to blow a fuse. I thought My son is cut from the same cloth as I am. As his grandfather is. He gets electrocuted and simply goes to bed.
rakkity
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
–Pete Seeger
el Kib
THAT’s poetry … ! AND a simple life philosophy all tied up with a bow.
But how’d I miss this entry … ? Thanks for posting a comment, rakk, else I’d’ve missed it entirely.