Saturday, December 13, 2014
When two inches of water falls in the foothills, we get the vapors, and are liable to do any sort of crazy thing. Like lift a river rock and let it slide from the hands, directly on top of the left foot. Stuff like that.
And then you have two weeks where you've got nothing to do, but sit in a chair, moan, and watch the world go by.
But you know what the worst of it is? Depending upon where your chair is situated, you may realize things, things you've never noticed before -- for example, that painting of your grandmother, the grandmother you never met, but for some reason have the painting of, a painting that always creeped you out, because her eyes followed you around the room. Well, that painting has been looking over your right shoulder all these years.
And that's not the worst of it all.
The worst is -- after two weeks, you realize, the creepy grandma and you bear a striking resemblance.
Or maybe it's just the Excedrin PM talking.