Happy Birthday Dear Editor.
First and foremost, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Welcome to this side of the half century mark. Many more days to come for both of us older guys, and hopefully some of them even face to face together!
I have been in a funk about my life, and have not been doing much of anything. I had thought I had certainly thanked you for the books as my habit has been to always send some sort of acknowledgment the same day I receive them. The other thing that had me slightly confused was that I was sure you had received my letter yet you never made any comments, so I sort of assumed the letters were out there crossing in the mail.
I have lots of writing to do, and while you have not been getting much mail from me lately, no one else has either. I still have not gotten the Father's Day card done, and that is holding up the card that is eventually going to brighten up the confines of your mailbox soon.
I am still waiting for the date my parents promised to give me for their visit this month (June) and we are rapidly running out of June. I just received a copy of a letter my Dad sent to a bunch of people that remembered him on the anniversary of his ordination (number 50). The note on the back of the letter said that it was either the first or second letter I got they were not sure. And no mention of coming up to visit. Oh well.
The previously mentioned and blogged about "village idiot
" has been in the cube across from me for three weeks now. That is just another one of those issues that I keep thinking will be solved soon, but yet the solution is being delayed. The regular officer that works the day shift has now been out for five weeks. There has been no official word on where he is, and we have not had the same officer for more than two or three days at a time. I know that as soon as Lewis shows up he would either kick the guy out of the unit (not just on my say so but he really is a pain in the ass to others) or at least move him to the other side of the dorm. But each weekend and Monday that rolls around and Lewis does not show, causes more anguish.
He is constantly staring at me whenever I cough, and started in again
today telling me that he knows I am highly contagious, and responsible for all the ills in the unit!
He continues to state that since he has sinus troubles and has worked in a hospital he is more than qualified to know that my problem is not sinus related. The good news to me is that I think I am really on the mend. I have finished off three months of the nasal spray, and now I take one or two decongestants the nose clears up. Hope it stays this way for a while. I can almost taste my food again!
I have been on a two day sugar binge and it still does not help my "down in the dumps" feeling. Yesterday I not only ate a pint of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, but instead of my one a day chocolate, I had both a Hershey Bar and a bag of M&M's. (The ice cream was two days ago, not yesterday.) As I write this I am polishing off my second bag of M&M's for today.
The problem is that this means that toward the end of the current two week period, I will have no goodies to eat at all. That is the bitch about only being able to shop once every fourteen days! The other is that with the warmer and more humid weather my English muffins mold before I can eat them.
The carpenter job is going okay. I get some snide comments from one or two of the civilian staff. Yesterday one said, "What does he think he is doing, making furniture?" Well, yes I am! I am making paper towel racks. Why have all the proper power tools and cheap labor and not do a proper job?