Monday, November 27, 2006

Getting Back To The Everyday Feeding Frenzy

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Now that NanoWrimo is behind me (I am done, right?) my life will hopefully get back to normal, such as normal is. My dog's will get fed and taken for walks again. I will start worrying about losing twenty pounds again (did I tell you about NAFALOMO?--National Fat Losing Month? 20 pounds in the month of December? Anyone in?)I can start thinking about skiing and the holidays and getting old and being single and buying a new vehicle and finishing my motorhome and how on earth are my fish going to survive in the snow? and getting the lawn tractor fixed so I can mulch the fallen leaves in the yard and buyng seed for a nice spring lawn and repairing the door to the pump house that washed away in last winter's flood and pruning and vaginas and fixing the lights on the Saturn and adding 20,000 more words and finishing the two story house we are working on and looking into Just For Men and getting that laptop I always just recently decided I wanted and loading photoshop and cleaning out the goddamn shop which I have to step over to get to my room which is in need of a good blowing out with an electric leaf blower because my down comforter is shedding feathers through the thinning sheet walls at the rate of about half a duck a day...

And I never told anyone about my trip to California, where Mum got out in the down town square and zoomed around with her fancy walker and approached a man who she thought was her old husband (Pops, my old man, who we knew was there helping my sister put on the dog costume parade for Halloween) and Mum walked right up to this man she thought she knew and said "HOW ARE YA YA UGLY OLD BASTARD!" and then she realized her mistake and in her friendly way introduced herself and flirted for awhile. Then Pops saw me wearing a beret (unusual for me, but now I am an Oegonian hippy so I have to look the part) and came up and asked me to speak so that he could be sure it was me, since the Scott he knew never had a belly of any kind and is that gray hair taking over up there? I fixed up my sister's house some and Mum locked herself out of the house while Sandy and I shopped for roofing stuff and we had about six dogs between us which we got up early and took to the dog park every morning and one day to the beach after swinging in to Freestone near where they filmed "The Birds" and picking up Sticky Buns".

The whole way down, all eight hours, we listened to a compilation of Eagle's hits sung by country folk, and it was great to hear Mum singing at the top of her sensitive lungs while trying to keep her teeth from spitting out for hours and hours. You know you are old when some of your favorite songs that you think are part of your generation are your Mum's favorites and part of hers (or so she says!)especially when she is 72 and walks with a walker.

So there you have it. Life before and after Nanowrimo. I gotta go. My dog is starving...

6 comments:

WildFlower said...

umm you know...next time perhaps you should get one of them self feeding dishes for the poor doggies....

Flat Coke and Flies said...

single...vaginas...blower...did you write anything after that??

Hammer said...

Eagles do country?
That sounds interesting.
Reminds me of these folks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayseed_Dixie

Nikky said...

Oh, sure, rub it in!
Neither my dogs or my kids have had a meal prepared by me since Nov 12th!
But I will feed them tomorrow probably!
Nice to see things getting back to YOUR form of normal!

Lizza said...

My brain is too small to take in all this info. But I did laugh out loud at what your mother said to that stranger. That was priceless!

Scott from Oregon said...

Hammer--No backwards. Country singers do the Eagles. "Desperado" done by someone who sounds like they ride a horse, for example...

lizza- Your brain is just too busy. Nikky-- You'll be on the porch soon, dear, just keep going!

Amazing that I can write through all the pain and suffering, isn't it, Flat Coke?

This particular dog of mine tells me when it is time for everything. If I try to sleep in, she'll scratch my nose all up