I thought I lost my humour once again, being last night had a weary eye on the basement. I think I’m OK as it stands right now. The storm only had a moderate impact on Stonefield. I’ve seen much worse, but do believe the people down by the river have a different story to tell. The crest is predicted to be 16 feet (4.88 m), which is 2 feet (60.96 cm) below crippling the city.
Like a halfwit, I rounded out the morning’s fun with removing the chunks of concrete which was once my curb on a windy 2° C (“real feel” weather) day. Why did rubble end up on the doorstep of my beloved house? Well, a snow plow operator had moved too close to the curb and split it in twain. Some of it was right rooted out of the ground. I’m not sure what to do about its repair at the moment, although the concrete was not a delightful addition to the holiday decor. The wind added to the exercise by blowing over the trash bag stand after every shovel full of debris. I’m sure the neighbors got some comic relief to add to their Sunday.
Getting back to the original thought, I think that the comedy (albeit dark and sometimes not-so-nice) is the major thing that makes me accessible or relateable to others. I will not be humble this time and say I’ve got some ability in making a joke work, as others seem to stumble with punchlines and delivery. Could I make a buck at it? Probably not, as the market has its fill. These days it only takes a handful to satisfy many.
Without it, though, there’s not much to hold on to. I’m most likely seen a miserable creature, a man who has had his fair share of disappointment and very cautious with the people around him. Once bitten, twice shy as the saying goes. Maybe that should be more than once, but you get the picture.
People like warm fuzzies, even when they seem absurdly disingenuous. That’s the part that makes me cringe: self-serving flattery and cloying, dime-store pep talks. I suppose that speaks to a desperate population. That isn’t me, and it probably will never be. I may not be your fuzzy, but I could be your Fozzie. I might need a pork pie hat and a rubber chicken.
Corvidae in the Fields 
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You’re doing yourself down…you’ll find some good stuff in 2014, for sure.
I’d love to find the road best traveled by me in 2014, a year that says “yes, this is where I’m taking it.”
Here’s to a clean slate in the new year. Work out some angst by taking a sledgehammer to that concrete.
Hear hear. I may need to pop off to the bar to drink to that.