almost babble

two hours ago, it was after midnight, yet we time-date stamp this entry as it is to keep in touch with the daily flow of time and so on and so forth and does anybody really know what time it is anyway...

and now, let's all bow our heads and say farewell to etta, etta's dead, poor etta... i would have named etta fred, but i think i already named a kidney stone fred and i think i might have accidentally flushed him down the toilet too, alas, my poor kidney stones do not live long in my care... probably should not have any kids, huh?... yeah, so anyway, etta kind of slipped off the bathroom counter where she was sitting on a tissue some time in the last week or so and when i was wiping up the floor tonight (hey, we all miss sometimes, but it's the seats fault, really, cuz it does not stay up well and when you have to reach down fast to catch a falling seat it is near hardly ever the opportunity to be prepared to be ambidextrous especially when you usually go no hands in the first place, but that's probably more than you wanted to know about the way etta came into the world and this is her funeral, after all, so enough distractions from the falling seat) i tossed the tissue, which was actually toilet paper cuz it's cheaper and serves the same purpose and less to carry home from the stroe and fewer trees and, anyway, down the tissue toilet paper and etta went and before i realized what i was doing, flush and bye bye etta... maybe that's better, or betta, for etta...

maybe etta and fred will find each other in the great vast wsteland of sewer pipe heaven and marry and have little stones... i'd be a grandpa, sigh... so maybe this was for the best, est?... ok, so what else is new in the life and times of the serial kidney stone killer?... my picture is probably on wanted posters in those very pipes, but that's not answering the question, so not much and a whole lot... not much in the part of life that matters most to me, the home family intimate partnering life... cuz there is none... but a whole lot is going on everywhere else... work is crazy busy and while i've been busy with softball and the social side of life away from softball has been quiet, this weekend seems to be a sudden awakening of social consciousness (of a sort, not the eco-minded kind necessarily, the socializing kind) as i've got at least nine social things to do in four days and two of those days are work days and i'm gonna do every one (or die trying)...

and somewhere in the mix i must do some laundry... but for the moment, i've got business to attend to, specifically, the business of music and fun with people in the outside world... and even more specifically, a beatles cover band called glass onion...

onion?...

but leave us not break the glass in an over-exuberant toast or carelessness, even... it is vital to the success of the universe that we find balance... so just to show you that the babbling follows me everywhere, here:

busy weekend ahead

at least that's what the calendar says... i've not been nearly as busy the last two months as i was in the spring and summer, partly cuz i've got private space to enjoy, partly cuz i am cutting back on spending, some, and partly cuz i've had reasons to write more... this weekend is a bit more like the spring and summer (and actually, since last summer, though the calendar doesn't go back that far...

but you do... don't you?

anyway, this weekend there's two parties tonight, softball practice and two parties tomorrow, and softball on sunday and then, softball and a party monday night after work... maybe i should have considered taking a day off, but there's no way cuz all the reports are due next week... so where's the candle with the extra end?...

oh i just love my warped sense of perspective (and humor that sometimes only i get)... and if a madman i may be then mad is how i live (cuz i have not found a better way yet :)

it's been this way since i was born, sleep just does not interest me nearly as much as life, at least not sleeping alone... i love sleeping with someone who has a similar perspective cuz we will not sleep until there's just no way not to sleep (insanity is fun for lovers like me... sadly, i haven't met one yet)...

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yeah, the big eyes and the huh?... ok, babble wants to happen, but i've got to head out, so you enjoy yourself doing whatever it is you are doing and i hope you find your way... i miss you when you are gone and appreciate your words when you leave them and love you either way... take care of you, please :)

and keep in touch...