The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
I have written like six blog posts today, but they were all either scheduled A-Z posts in advance or they were posts that were written in my head when I sat down at the computer that then immediately vanished from my brain upon touching the keyboard.
Funny how that happens sometimes.
…it’s Tuesday, so have a Macklemore video.
Yeah. That’s right. Tuesdays are for Macklemore now. This is the world we live in.
HA HA HA HA HA
So, right. I’ve changed medications, and I’m somehow still recovering from C2E2, and the side effects of both withdrawal from drug A and going on drug B are drowsiness, and the end result of that is that for about the third day out of the last four I got home from taking my son to school and fell asleep, today until two fucking thirty in the afternoon.
I am not a human being any longer, folks. I am a bag of flesh and sloth-scented humours held together by exhaustion and spite. I have literally never been as tired in my life as I have been this week.
And then a spring storm blew through, and knocked a couple of trees and a utility pole over in my parents’ neighborhood, and now Mom’s spending the night because they don’t have any power and for various reasons I won’t get into she needs electricity at all times, and it took a bit to get that settled, and the end result is that it’s 7:30 and I’m just now like oh right I have a blog.
I owe y’all a recap of C2E2; the short version is that I had a hell of a lot of fun and I’m not doing it again. And I’ll talk about the job offer from yesterday, too. For right now, I just sort of want to curl up and die, possibly after having watched an episode of Daredevil, but let’s not hold our breath. That would count as a major accomplishment, after how this week has gone.
Blech.
Regular, non-exhausted, non-photographic business as usual will resume tomorrow. Until then: I was just offered a job, and I have a big decision to make.
A few things for y’all:
I have figured out what I want done with my body when I die.
You start with that. Then you wait 20 years, cut the tree down, and use the wood to build a bookshelf.
Does a blog post count as a will? Because I’m completely serious right now.
So it turns out Chatroulette is still a thing. Who knew?
Today was a morning full of errands and minor home improvement tasks, an afternoon of nothing, and then full-time Daddy Duty all evening. I may or may not have mentioned my wife’s new job; I think I have but I can’t remember specifically doing it. At any rate, I have officially ceded the title of Breadwinner; she came close to doubling her salary by changing jobs and even if I still had last year’s job she’d still be like 20% above me.
So this means that when Lord High Muckety-Mucks from her new company are in town, she has to go to Big Fancy Dinners to entertain them. So she’s there, and I’m a househusband today.
(Hey, it’s better than “unemployed.” I did my first job application today where I had to admit that technically I don’t have a job any longer, although I suppose I could put self-employed on there and list Prostetnic. Maybe I should. Hmm.)
(Actually, I really should. Author/Publisher/Marketer/Owner/Technically-can’t-call-myself-a-CEO, dating back to 2013? Hmm.)
Yeah, this post was gonna be about something and now all I can think about is how I should redo my resume. What was I gonna say again? Shit.
…yeah, I lost it. Dammit. 🙂
Well. That didn’t quite work out like I’d intended.
We were supposed to spend yesterday with family up in Michigan, watching my newest semicousin– my actual cousin’s kid; I get hazy on the correct nouns at that point so they’re all semicousins– be baptized. The weather report for yesterday indicated rain turning into freezing rain turning into snow turning into hail turning into wolverines, and since we’d planned on a one-day trip there was some worry that driving back in the dark would probably be a bad idea, so we didn’t go. Everyone already in Michigan was supportive of this decision, so either the weather was shittier up there or they didn’t want us around; who knows.
I woke up this morning to this:
…so, not so much on Snowpocalypse 2016 yet. We’re still supposed to get a couple of inches today, and who knows what should happen if a lake-effect band should happen to park itself over the house, but we totally could have made it to the baptism, which is kind of upsetting.
Speaking of things that didn’t happen yesterday: I, like all of you, failed to win the Powerball, meaning that the motherfucker’s gonna be at something like $1.5 billion come the next drawing on Wednesday, when I will buy more tickets and lose again. I’m fully aware of the math; I just don’t care. Are there people who should never play the lottery? Absolutely, but I’m not gonna point fingers and I’m not one of them. Despite my current out-of-work status the $15 it cost to buy a handful of tickets still counts as no money, and the possible exchange for all the money in the universe was still worth it.
It’s fun to think about what one would do with that level of money. My one resolution whenever I’ve spent time contemplating it is that basically no one I know would have student loans left by the time I was done with them. A slightly bigger house? Sure. The living space in this one is actually fine but I’ve always wanted a good basement and this house doesn’t have that. My car is old enough to drive, so that would end up getting replaced. And at that point I’m kind of out of ideas. If I were to try and upgrade to the Holy Shit Mansion as opposed to “slightly bigger,” I would want an honest-to-goodness library room (bookshelves everywhere, comfy leather furniture, fireplace) and an indoor heated pool that somehow magically required no effort on my part to keep in good working condition. The healthiest I’ve ever been in my entire life was a period of a couple of years in grad school when I realized I could swim every day if I wanted to. That hasn’t been the case for years, though– the gyms around here that have pools are insanely expensive, inconveniently far away, and have shit hours, devoting most of their usage time to free swims or classes and not lap swims, so… yeah.
Hell if I know what I’d do with the other 500 million, though. Buy the zoo, so I could bring the serval home whenever I wanted to. And then probably go slowly crazy after that.
Well. I’m going slowly crazy now. I guess it remains to be seen whether the speed of the ongoing crazy would increase or decrease.