Discopants and Haircuts

I think my head just exploded. I feel like my whole world has gone spinning out of control.

The only reason I can think of, if Dick knew it would be a mess in 94, for going there in 2003 would be to have perpetual chaos. Why would someone do that?

I have this recurring song lyric floating through my brain. From Elton John’s “Your Song”

“If I was a sculptor, but then again… no”

I keep wanting to substitute ‘then again, no, ” for something more current. You know, ” If I as a sculptor I would sculpt a large round ass in the shape of of your face.”

“If I was a sculptor, but then again, why? ”

“If I was a sculptor, but then again, I would be Union.”

“If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

I think I just shit may pants. ”

I am available for Bra mitzvahs and weddings.. Thank You Very Much.

I have been sitting here thinking about this summer, here in Norway, and how I dealt with it.

The summer started off as a promise of fun days out in the wildernes. It turned out to be a constant reminder that Mother Nature is in charge. It rained everyday. Some days we had sun, we ran out and embraced it. We grabbed the kids and held them in the air. “Look! Sun! Enjoy!”  No sooner did we find clouds again.

It was so promising when it started. I really believed that we were going to have a beautiful summer. You know, the kind of summer that makes you forget about long winters with little sun. I bought a pool and set up the tent. We were ready.  Then it happened.

Endless days of rain. Endless days of rain. (Let me clarify) It didn’t stop raining for weeks.

My attitude was forced to reconsider what life was. What, if this summer was gone, would I do to make it through the Winter? My brain hurts thinking about a full winter of darkness. Will I make it through still sane?

I still haven’t figured it out…