November 4
Sometimes hate is easier
When sleep is broken by power tooled men
Calling to each other between drills
Let alone not caring someone’s curtains are drawn
Rather they are oblivious to the fact
Ignoring the idea of others
Yelling, drilling and stomping away morning’s peace
When know it alls pound chest
Proclaiming their rightness
Ignoring those that know more
They waste your time
And suck away energy
When dumb kids comb the neighbourhood
Literally walking with pants around ankles
Feeling bold and rebellious
They ring the doorbells of the elderly
Running away giggling
While a poor woman stands at her door
Confused
When all this comes together
All within a twelve hour window of time
This is when hate rears its head
The easiest reaction to have
And the internal struggle begins
Because we’re always told how bad hate is
But on days like this
It feels so right.
SATURDAY…
--- Alone at work on a quiet dayshift. Left over pizza accompanies me there.
--- Cold in the morning.
-5 in the car on the way in… I had to scrape the windshield.
SUNDAY…
--- Alone at work again.
Feeling a bit iffy. Very
tired. Hope it’s not that flu that’s
going about.
--- Catch up on Sunday TV once I’m home. Quickly becoming the best TV day of the week.
MONDAY…
--- Sick day.
Exhausted and throbbing head for much of the day. Sleep a lot and that helps mostly… just any
activity drains me at this point.
--- Expecting to be at work for Halloween, I bought nothing
to give out. Ignore the door… there’s
only a knock or ring of the bell about six or seven times anyway.
TUESDAY…
--- Sick day number two.
I go to physio but cut out the exercises today. Just too easily over heated.
--- Go to the inspection of my new place as well. Really like the view out the spare room
windows and like the way the place is shaping up.
--- Mom and dad booked tickets. Here for almost a week in mid December… to
help me move and get the new place up to snuff.
--- Also I’ve booked my tickets home. For the first time, I will not be home for
Christmas… but will be soon after. Home
on the 28th of December. Back
in Ottawa January 11th .
WEDNESDAY…
--- Wake thinking I’m feeling better. But a walk around the pond knocks me down
pretty quickly. One lap and I’m ready to
lay down.
--- Take it easy the rest of the day and watch some TV in
the evening.
THURSDAY…
--- Physio followed by groceries. And get through it all without losing all
energy. I think I’m healthy again… flu
on the way out.
FRIDAY…
--- And the sale of my house is not happening. All thanks to a condo manager who doesn’t
think dealing with other people is necessary… and a young guy getting led
through life by a know it all father.
Even though the real estate agent that represents them, and the
inspector they hired both say the house is fine for the purchase, ol’ Pop
decides that what the inspector really means is that the entire roof on the
building needs to be replaced. Two weeks
of my time wasted by idiots.
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