It’s the first day of summer and just like last year and the year before we went from winter right into summer. From chilly and damp to hot and humid.
Way hot.
And workin’ outside in it is a lot like havin’ a hammer beatin’ down on you shattering your thoughts into splintering shards that scatter every which away.
Which’ll hopefully explain this post-
Firstly. The song is gone. It tucked it’s tail and crawled up somewhere in the dark and dead recesses of my brain, gave me the finger, and just disappeared.
I think I’ll miss it, for what it’s worth.
Secondly. We watched The Hurt Locker on Saturday. Miss Carol and me are really bad about keeping current with movies and even when we get them it takes weeks for us to watch ’em. But watch them we do.
And honestly? The Hurt Locker pissed me off. It made me wonder why the FUCK we’re over there throwing our kids up against the stone wall that is Iraq and, dare I say it?, the muslim religion? Whether you are for or against the “war”, get it and watch it. It made my poor heat splattered brain think.
Thirdly. Miss Carol and me spent the weekend up on the beach letting the heat hammer pound us into sunburnt, toasty, mind dead muffins.
So maybe that’s where the song went.
And maybe that’s what ticked me off about the movie.
And maybe that’s what made this post so disjointed- just little bits and pieces of nothing.
Maybe it’s the heat.
Or maybe it’s me.
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