Let’s start a blog.

 So I was talking to myself as I often do nowadays, so why not write it down? Me and myself are usually of the same mind, so we can figure it out as we go. I will probably have 6 people reading this, so I’m sure I must be accurate.

I lost my job 4 months ago – actually it’s not lost, I know exactly where it is – but it’s not mine anymore. So after  44 years of working every day, I get to turn the corner of my 6^th decade as unemployed.  But , now I have so many chores to catch up with. I don’t know who was doing all this work when I was gone all day. Today I chose to do some work outside. You would think this would be easy and fun… Since I have a history of sun issues, I have to cover up. So, long pants, long sleeve shirt, boots, sun block, and an ugly wide brimmed hat. I look like a 60 year old toddler going out to play in the snow – only it is 65 degrees outside. I look like one of those goofy old men that lived on your street that you remember  growing up – you always crossed to the other side of the street so you could avoid him (“what are you looking at, you awful little brat”) Oh wait – that was my dad.

Of course I had to have my weekly argument with Bob when I was outside. Bob is the annoying squirrel that eats through my storage containers and ruins the birdfeeders. Bob usually can be seen standing on the backyard fence holding his nuts and calling me names , mocking me.  So I usually stand on the deck holding my nuts and call him names. I had a little pile of rocks to throw at him – but he just laughs – one of those little squirrel laughs like he is calling me a stupid idiot human – that kind of laugh. Of course he knows that I can’t hit him with a rock – I haven’t pitched since I was a kid in little league. I think I won the award for most strikeouts one year – both as a pitcher and batter. I was on the “Angelo’s Pizza” team. We were promised all the pizza we could eat for every victory. I never did find out how their pizzas tasted – we never won a game- and somehow Bob knows….