Zip, zap, zing.

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I feel like a cat trying to chase a bouncing ball.  Then all of a sudden there are four of them, plus a laser pointer light or two!

I did get a bath.  Oh, by the way, warm water is NICE.  I was able to wash twice and rinse twice.  And instead of just dumping the water, I got in a wash and a rinse shower to boot.  Still, having the water hooked up and the shower flowing, with solid on hot water is going to be a very nice gift!  But I had to rush it, boys and girls.  I mean... GO, GO, GO.  Writ large and with gas, hi-pro at that.  Of course I was heading into town right at shift change coupled with rush-hour.  The drive reminded me of those dreams where you suffocate in hurry, to or away from whatever. 

I made it, on time, and had a minute or two to look around while the staff was finishing other customers.  They don't carry the higher end faucets, or the solid brass ones I should say.  But they do carry some other things that are decent.  I suppose people don't want to marry their home items, houses are simply... financial instruments and places to sleep for many.  A mobile society leaves much to be desired this way.  So many lives are like home fixtures... tinny, thin, disposable.  No, no, I understand.  It is the way of it, probably the truth of it, one I just... won't abide anymore, for myself... on some things. 

The rods weren't what I thought.  I had this strange notion that they were installed through the side.  Remember, I'm cherry on these things.  Top mounted, long, and singular.  I bought two, $40 or so, zinc.  I am not sure I need zinc in the second hot water heater, since it isn't softened, I'll check.  No harm though, the recommended change rate is every two years, if softening will lengthen the life.  I'm never sure.  No matter how much research I do, one degree of difference and I can't say if one type of rod or the other is still best!  Bleh.  I'm... learning.  After picking those up, I went and bought two toilet wax rings, two sets of toilet nuts and bolts, and the extra water heater, 40 gallon.

I was about to head over to my pals, as I had said I would, when I got another call.  The guy who was going to plow my garden was about to show up.  Ruh-Rho!  Just getting out of town ended up being worse than getting in.  People die right after work, then crawl into their vehicles and head home.  They leave their brain at work or send it on home ahead of themselves, or something, but they do not use it to drive.  *moo!*  Where's ma whip!  Get on, little doggies.  That's all I'm saying.  Anyway, I struggled through the piles of corpses in cars, scrambled around the streets, fought the "stupid people" lights, and made it out of town only to find some driver who thought 55 meant 35.  I took what I could but finally zipped around him in a 'gray area'.  Oops?  No sirens and lights, no foul.  Just... saying.

I returned home to find a conclave of locals.  Aye, but all very good.  I hate when people end up waiting for me and alone.  Waiting is a sucky thing.  God gave that to us to steel our patience.  But, for my part, I don't like being the cause of such.  Anyway, a bit of talking and the thing has been moved to Monday.  He wants me to mow the area I want plowed.  He says it will do much better and it will dry out the area so I don't have mudballs to work with.  I can't mow.  I really can't.  But I will see if the neighbor lad is up to it this weekend.  Yeah, I ask a lot.  While I can lift those water heaters and move them around with ease I can only do whatever for a very short time, if what I can do is... decently large.  Mowing... would put me down for a week.  Though I might be able to help with the trimmer?  I can move a mountain, I just can't take too much time to do it.  *Bam... Bam*  :p

As I sit here, having done what I did and written what I wrote, I...  What just happened?  I never even woke up today.  I remember the clock, the alarms, being wet, driving, a conversation or three... four, and... here I sit.  What, prey tell, just happened?  All I know is that I am going to take an hour or three to wake up.  Then, figure out the water heater in the basement.  I will then do a bit more waking.  And then I'm going to take a hot shower and dive into my bed like a woodchuck after seeing it's shadow.  You'll see nothing but quivering cheeks and stink as I burrow away from the horror of the pace of this day.  Just saying.

Then again, something I realized, finally, with my last lady friend?  I was made for speed, I think, as a man.  And even more so among men.  For us it is all about getting it done, all of it, and more, yesterday.  Then crashing until we have to sprint again.  Women are all about going slow, slowing things down, but always going.  They don't crash, see it as indolence, adolescence, sloth, and or laziness.  But they can't go fast, and when forced, go slower.  Just... something I noticed.  On the life, and real, highway, that is how it works (most often).  My problem is that I have become too ill to do fast as often as I would like... or more to put myself in a position to be driven to speed?  Something like all that.  Then again, after today, I might not quite be able to say that.  The thing is I am worn, but still not done.  A little rest, first, though.  Bleh.  But it's still active.  I wrote this in about a minute and a half.  Zowzas...

Later.