I
was in the garden working yesterday. Yes, finally the weather is
turning and I can get into that garden. At least enough to do the
spring cleanup. It was still just wet enough that I wouldn't get in
there with the tiller. That could only lead to a clumpy mess that is
never good for growing.
I
did some other cleanup around the lawn area earlier while outdoors
and then during the afternoon I moved into the garden. Was only about
half done in the garden and I felt the tightness in my back telling
me it was time to call it a day or I'd be suffering in pain for a few
days. No problem, I can finish tomorrow.
I
was getting tired anyway. Went back into the house and poured a cup
of hot coffee then took up my favorite perch on the sofa. As the heat
warmed my bones and the coffee warmed my belly I realized just how
tired I was. It became a major battle just keeping my eyes open.
I
was to tired and sore to even consider food. Hunger was no where near
a thought. It was still way to early to go to bed though, so I spent
a little time on line trying to find something to read to keep me
from drifting off into a sleep.
I
was about to give up and head off to get myself cleaned up and crawl
in bed. The phone rang, it was my daughter. She asked if I had eaten
yet. She was heading out to pick up some burgers and fries the
grandkids wanted for dinner and said she was picking some up for me.
I spent the next half hour once again fighting my drowsy eyes.
We
had dinner and cleaned up the mess. Talked a little and then they
were on their way. It didn't take long and I was on my way. To bed.
I
laid there for a while watching and listening to the TV until the
soreness and stiffness eased up and then fell into a very needed
sleep. Never even turned the TV off.
I
woke around four in the morning to some very early morning national
news. Listened to the news that likes to try and ruin a smile by
threatening to take ones peacefulness away. News that makes one
wonder if life is even worth living. News that makes you wonder just
what world leaders are thinking when they threaten to start wars and
destroy life as we know it.
Right
around four thirty though a news story came on. One that made me
think Oh Really? ... OH S-IT! I'm doomed to be eternally sad...
Seems
some people who don't have enough work to do have done yet another
study. A study on happiness.
Yes,
I even did a quick search.
Their
conclusion is that the key to happiness (and I can't even type this
with a straight face) is to have sex one hundred and six minutes each
day!
Now
so you don't have to do the math, that is one hour and forty six
minutes.
And
that's “each” day!
Now
if I could even find a woman, just where would either of us find
close to an extra two hours in a day? Are we supposed to do it while
cleaning? Do it while cooking? Do it while doing the laundry? Do it
while gardening? While working?
Heck
I've been kinda lasting good in my past but an hour and forty six
minutes!
And
how about all the guys who can't even go for fifteen minutes I hear
about? How the heck are they ever supposed to be happy!
Darned,
maybe we the single people of the world will never find our way to
happiness.
Life
and all the work keeps me from even having time to find a date. Off
hours are for resting and sleeping just so I can do the work!
Ahh,
but perhaps. Just maybe. Could it be?
That
once again a word got confused?
Another
word being twisted into uselessness...
Do
they really mean sex?
Or
do they mean the romancing which leads on to that?
If
so, I'll have to disagree.
That
romance should begin over a cup of coffee in the morning. Should
carry on and be built even more over lunch even if, with no more than
a phone call. Should be nourished and fed during the evenings.
Building the fires of passion to raging inferno's.
But
what the heck do I know? So I'll shut up now and get into that garden
again today and try to get frisky with some weeds.
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