It’s not like it was even a busy weekend, fer cryin’ out loud. Ian was busy with his folks, so we didn’t work on the water system. I did a little digging with Landlady, getting ready to harden the fence of former Gitmo/future chicken yard, but that didn’t take any real time. No hard labor, no sunstroke. I’ve no excuses.
But I’ve been a grumpy old man for days. Staying up too late, then waking up too damned early because Dharma shows up at the door and gets the boys all riled. Last night I must have slept weird, because I woke with a crick in my neck that still hasn’t gone away and it’s not improving my mood.
I’m trying to get back to work on the solar electric e-book, which has been languishing. There’s a lot of yard-type stuff to do and I need to go do it. Dishes to wash, bread to bake, and I’m supposed to go to town with D&L later. But what I really want to do is crawl back into bed and nap for a few hours.
Ian’s folks are really cool people and I enjoy their visits very much. But I’m afraid I’ve gotten into this “hermit” thing rather more sincerely than is good for a guy who occasionally has to be social. People prattle about loneliness, and I barely know what they’re talking about. I remember getting lonely when I was a kid – I was never one of the cool kids – but even though now I can easily go a week without even seeing a neighbor in the distance, I’m never lonely. I’m rarely bored, even though most of the time I don’t do much. I love the silence, and the solitude, and the slow pace.
But this morning I woke in a very grumpy mood, and haven’t really shaken it yet. I think I’ll go outside and commune with the boys for a while.
Just never know what brings that sort of thing on. I’ve gone through it often myself, being glad to see visitors, then glad to see them depart. I’ve lived alone since 1986, and sometimes there are stretches when I don’t hear the sound of a human voice – except maybe mine, talking to the dog – for a week, especially during the winter.
I took a part time job in town this spring, managing a commercial greenhouse, and I’ve been tickled at how nice it is to talk with customers and co-workers… but getting home and enjoying the welcome of the dog is still the best part of the day.
cur·mudg·eon
[ kur mújjən ]
somebody who is irritable or stubborn: somebody considered to be bad-tempered, disagreeable, or stubborn
Synonyms: bad-tempered, crabby, cantankerous, grouchy, grumpy, cranky, irritable, tetchy, testy, grumbly, irascible, peevish, moody
I’m seeing all the symptoms. Good thing you don’t have a lawn.
LOL!!
I like the orange hat better.
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It’s OK Joel, I’m many years older, and I can tell ya it gets worse, so just accept it as “the way it is”. 🙂
I’m younger -and I know what you mean. I’m not good at mornings at the best of times. I know I should be glad to wake up each morning, in a bed, with a roof over my head, and in a reasonably functional body – should be – I don’t, I wake up grumpy.
given a choice – I’d rather talk to people too little than talk too much. too much is the direction of the dangerous gossip, and worse… (mutter, bitch & buggerit)