Seriously, she came into the computer room just to tell me that , and show the sad state of her current broom. Which broom is in a sad state, all frayed and twitterpated.
Twitterpated is a real word in spite of what my spell checker is trying to tell me, I have a much larger vocabulary than it does. IIRC “twitterpated” means to be in a state of mental disarray, related to the word “confuzzled” which is a portmanteau of confused and muddled, which pretty much describes the mental state of twitterpated. Twitterpated is often illustrated by birds flying around the head of a victim of the condition. It is mostly associated with a blow to the head, but can also be induced by an Abbot and Costello sketch like “Who’s on First?” or “Hertz Hire Car”. (“If it hurts why do you do it!?”)
Anyway Mrs. the Poet is finally giving me suggestions about things I can give her for her birthday on Friday. Nothing like giving me time to get stuff together, eh? There’s a local restaurant that I have been looking to try out called Hawaiian Bros and I’m hoping I can get it delivered, or we can just call the place a little down the street, China Harbor, that we have been getting food from since before my mother died in 2004. I have been accused of being in an ordering rut since I get some version of fried rice from them, but Mrs. the Poet gets Lo Mein either beef or veggie every time, so I fail to see what the problem is.
To close, I haven’t had my toes done since early October, and I’m having troubles with one toe getting caught on the inside of the shoe while I’m walking and I have errands to run for Mrs. the Poet. So I probably need to get outside today, but it was below freezing this morning and still chilly for TX out there right now. So I’ll do it but be unhappy about doing it…
Read that headline in sing-song voice like you were taunting someone because that’s how I typed it. Yesterday was pretty painful but this morning I wasn’t feeling too bad so after dinner tonight I’m going to take a short (just >2 mile) walk. I can get 19 out of the 25 possible check-ins on my phone game, just not any bonus point check-ins, for a maximum of 95 points and a good walk. This particular walk seems to be my best compromise between exercise and damage to my body. I’m still waiting on that new pump to arrive so I can pump up the other tire and get some real exercise on my bike.
In other news there ain’t no other news I can report in this blog, so I covered it in my Twitter account. Twitter is not a good medium for me. I mean I can do it, no problem but I have a tendency to reduce my written communications to sound bites as it is and the 140 character limit per tweet makes this even worse. I mean, have you ever read “Famous Novels Redone As Single Tweets”? That’s what my tweets look like if I’m not careful about stuffing too much information into a single tweet.
I’m still unhappy with Mrs. the Poet over the hot rod thing, but I don’t see any way to compromise with her “no!” stance. My opinion is if I have to give up something I have dreamed about for half a century then there should be something Mrs. the Poet gives up in exchange, but she doesn’t have any such long-held desires. I mean the most I could do would be to tell her she can’t clean up the garage any more since I won’t be building anything in it now that I can’t build my hot rod. I have design sketches for the T-Bucket that are over 20 years old, she has nothing. Well nothing she hasn’t already got. Her big thing was getting the kids raised and grandkids, which she sorta has now. The only place she’s fallen short of her dreams is we only have the one grandkid, where she was hoping for several. Anything else she has wanted has been discarded like a used tissue. I’m still here, so I guess that’s good.
And my walk beckons so this is the last
PSA, Opus the Unkillable
This will have to be a quick one. I went to a party Saturday, with mostly adults. I abstained from alcohol and monitored my hydration, took my snacks from the “healthy” side of the bar, did not over do anything except to stay up late, and still woke up late for morning services after somehow shutting my alarm off without waking up. I missed morning service, and did not really get “going” until about 1400 when the second cup of coffee finally started to kick in. And this was a service that I had been looking forward to attending almost as much as the one I gave last week. Some friends came by to take me out for sushi this afternoon, and then we went to evening service.
Something else that happened was I finally joined Twitter. I have managed to get my Real Name as my Twitter handle: @opusthepoet . I joined so that I could follow the Other Opus @frombloomcounty , and a couple of other people as well whose web comics I read religiously. Other than that I don’t know what I’m going to do with the account because I’m not the kind of guy who announces every meal or poop to the world. I will tweet this blog post when I post it, but aside from that I have no idea.
I really need to get back to bed now.