And the name of the blog is...

Central Hudson sucks. The Good Neighbor Fund is useless. And the Salvation Army that runs the fraud for Central Hudson so the upper and middle classes believe in the myth of a "safety net" can kiss my heathen flabby ass.

Brain Dump

Giant moon last night. Didn't see it.

Night before, owls. Five acres of owls. Like trying to sleep in Hogwart's post office. Spooked the crap out of the dogs.

My shoulder/neck hurts.


So I left this page open all day and didn't write shit. I got issues.

Evidence I Exist

Only reason for this blog, I suppose.

Think I'll leave this open and just unload a lot of crap clogging up my brain today...

october

bear dragged corn bin out of chicken enclosure. feathered ones are fine. daughter recovering from emergency surgery well.  two weeks flat out on couch with sinus infection and acute bronchitis left me 10 pounds lighter. woo hoo!
had quit smoking but slipping back. have to stop that shit. don't want to be that sick again.
freakin awesome weather last couple days!
hope those flooded people get pulled together soon. out of food. except eggs. pantries are decimated. can't bitch much because- hey- i still got a house...

hey

This blog has been very useful. Home for insomnia and writer's block.
But it's pathetically empty so today I'm gonna just write a bunch of stuff.  No worrying just words.

So it's 9:30am on a Thurs? No Saturday. Love the little clock in the corner of computer. Keeps me on the planet. Lovely day outside. Sun, slight breeze, temperature 70ish so I don't feel obligated by heat to change to shorts and risk anyone seeing my pale spider-veiny tree-trunk legs.

Stuff that's happened in last week or so:
The snake incident.
The chicken incident.

OK. Gotta go to bathroom. Then either do dishes or play Farmville.

Can't sleep but

I think my mojo's coming back. Long depressing Winter with little or no heat, food, transportation, and frequent outages of internet, phone, and toilet paper, but hunger resulted in 10 pound weight loss; lack of tobacco has me less addicted; and what the hell am I doing with this punctuation?

No Money-No Heat

When I started this blog, I wanted to document the surreal/real life of poverty. And a sense of humor is vital to this existence.
And I still appreciate the truly bizarre and ironic. And I laugh. And try to make other people laugh.
But it's so tiring. And February is such a godawful long month.

still alive