2008-03-01
What's not awesome: I was totally destroyed by a cold this week. No fun. Monday morning it rolled in on me like a slow-moving fog. Tuesday-Thursday I lay in bed trying to relocate my brain. What's awesome and ridiculous:
three years ago the fire marshall told us to clean our heating ducts. We still have not managed to get it done. (A sad commentary on us, seriously. Our heat is still not working here)
Meanwhile, we get an annual piano tuning from Harold, the gentleman tuner who drives a red cadillac from the 70s. Harold just pesters Jon via telephone until they arrange a time. Thus, while resting peacefully in my bed recuperating, Harold smoked some doobage that smelled like cologne. It was bad like dudes in clubs wearing half-shirts. He is the definition of "badass" in the most 70s black man sense of the word.
Oh Harold. He used to always ask Jon when we were going to get married. This time, he called our dog a cat, and told us about how his cat is spoiled, and he allows her to get away with it. Lola was really not grooving on Harold, and given the wretched odor of his stash, I understand. When he left us he was packing a tobacco type. I agreed that it was a good day to smoke tobacco on, as it was FREAKING COLD outside, and though I do not like pipe smoke, or smoke in general, I can see how a day like that might be a good day for heat in the lungs.
I have thankfully emerged from the cloud of cold-headedness. I don't like being sick, but I do like the appreciation it always gives me for being well again.