It’s morning, and I am here at McDonalds sipping on a large coffee, killing time until it is time to go run the bus route. Dark clouds loom on the horizon, and the threat of rain seems to grow with each passing moment. Mother’s Day is upon us again. I bought my mother a couple of books written by Corrie Ten Boom. What can I say? I suck at gift buying. It is totally inadequate to express how thankful I am for my mom.
My mind is racing between thoughts. Per usual, my thoughts refuse to stabilize long enough for me to fully grasp what is going on. In my life, it seems that people consider me to be angry or frustrated or constipated. I am never told that I appear happy. Heath Ledger’s impersonation of the Joker seems to be the mold that I am cut of: Why so serious?
I have been attempting to learn how to do upholstery. It is more in-depth than I thought, and it seems like the tool that the Lord has decided to use to teach me patience. Perhaps it will be for the best.
As I grow older, I find that I am increasingly more selective about my company. There are people that just rub me the wrong way when I look at them. For example, I detest free loaders. Even if they are not living in my house. You never see a free loader who knows their place in the food chain. They stomp around with this irritating sense of entitlement. Snapping fingers, barking orders, they embody every detestable trait that exists. “Take out the trash!” they screech, or they walk by the dishwasher and tell someone else to load it and wash dishes. “Excuse me?” That is enough about these worthless piles of excrement. I can feel my blood pressure rising.
The past few days, I have had the immense pleasure of purchasing some very good books. Some are sets, others are various books ranging from war to how to be a better writer. Yesterday, I found an illustrated version of Frankenstein with the original text by Mary Shelley. I paid one dollar for it. It will make a fine addition to my library. There are days when I am torn between completing my library and taking my books outside and starting a world class bonfire. I suppose we will see what the future holds.
Due to accreditation, I am unable to further my education. It seems that Mississippi will not recognize my degree in lieu of a high school transcript. Therefore, I must complete high school again (since the school that I graduated from no longer exists). I am one test away from receiving my transcript. If I can get past math, I am going to attend an upholstery class so that I can know what is going on. That will give me the opportunity to learn and apply my instruction. I will never need to buy new furniture again; I can recover the pieces in my house.
Random musings and incoherent thoughts are complete. I hope you all have a wonderful day.