The Musician's Musings

So I was all ready to mow the yard today. It was finally sunny, dry enough to not leave humongous ruts in the yard. I get the mower out, get it ready, and... the gas cap.

Where's the gas cap?

I knew I had the gas cap on when I put this sucker away last time. But it's not here. I can't find it. I feel like the biggest dork for losing the frickin' gas cap on my mower, and having no clue where it is. So, no mowed yard, and I have to hope that the parts place in Lawrenceville has that part in stock. *sigh*

Things not needed this morning, as opposed to yesterday morning:
- lstrobel acting like a psycho crazed monkey on crack, preventing she and I from going to church today
- The toilet leaking into the basement. I guess it's good that I didn't go to church. Roto-Rooter will be here in the next couple of hours.

p.s.- the sun is shining. Oughta be thankful for that.

I just called (or tried to call) the parents of 12 different kids today. Just what I wanna do on a Friday afternoon.

Let's see, ingredients for the perfect morning:
-Wake up late.
-Ergo, leave late.
-Oooh, flat tire in Garfield. Sign me up.
-Return of the siunus headache! *cue music*

Yeah, I got the trifecta for die morgen-de-la-crappo today, but it was mitigated by the following:
-lstrobel is f**king adorable.
-My wonderful wife bailed me out and picked up die pookster to get her to day care. So I got to see her, too. And a smooch. :-)
-AAA is your friend.
-Chocolate doughnut at work.

So, coulda been worse, and it wasn't, so I just keep on a-goin'. I have so much to accomplish this week it isn't funny, and I'll be happy to see Friday very soon. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to teach in... 2 minutes.

I want spring to be here. Officially, yeah, it is, but I want it to stamp its announcement now. I want it to counteract all the death and sadness and setback that this country and this world has endured all winter. I want to see life, to celebrate rebirth, and to not have to wear a jacket outside. I. Want. Spring. Dammit.

It's just wrong when you see a first grader wearing a shirt that says in BIG letters on the back: "DON'T TRUST ANYBODY."

Yeah.

Sweet.

Whatever.