Ya know? Some mornings are just bad, No reason and no particular malady, but I didn’t feel good yesterday and this morning woke up gray like the weather. And then everything hit me harder than usual. The newspaper. The news in it…like how Sacramento is going to build a bathroom for the homeless in Ceasar Chavez Park. Why? I was there a few years ago and there was a big bathroom. Where’d that go? And for $360,000 dollars? Are you fucking joking? You can buy a new house for that so they’d have a place to get warm, a floor to lay their sleeping bags on, (If the cops haven’t already ripped the fucking thing off to toss it in the dump), and a shower and kitchen.
Anyway, there was that. Then a post on Facebook about some bullshit, that I jumped on while I was shaving so I fucked it all up, didn’t say what I really wanted to say and misspelled it anyway. I deleted it later when the drear fog started rising from my view.
Then I saw a post that said when you hold back from conflict on the outside, it festers inside, and felt bad because I’d already deleted my best bitch of the day so far. So now I fester, and I’m not talking about Matt Dillon’s sidekick. And it pisses me off that I can make a reference like that. Most people won’t have a clue who that is or what it means.
And Super Bowl, Maroon 5, and NFL, knees, taking, and Tom Brady. Brady won. It was a defensive game, but Brady won, he did more than the other guy, and the other guy, didn’t win. And the Saints were at home.
And Maroon 5, and his shirt and his lack of singing skills, and absolute abandonment of musicality. Jesus Christ! It would take six weeks to find out how bad it was reading about it here and the performance was what? Maybe ten minutes?.
And Colin wasn’t there as far as I’ve been able to determine, so who gives a fuck about that?
So I talked to a young sounding woman on the phone who answered after I’d been on hold listening to Sutter Health Care’s choice of fuzzy sounding hold music. I think she said her name was Teresa, or I suppose it could have been Rachel. Hell! I don’t know.
She was terrific! She was thorough, concise, and extremely pleasant. She had to get a bunch of information from me and she entered it all verbatim and read it back to me to make sure she had it correct and did her job.
You know what? When we said our goodbyes and thank-yous I told her she was Great! She was audibly surprised and thanked me for making her day.
When the rain stops, it will clear and it will be great here..except for that fucking gold plated bathroom in the park.