Sunday, March 29, 2009

Possibly. Just possibly, I should not reveal this. Possibly.

Given the weather. It’s cold out there. It’s raining. Freezing rain. Like it is raining, and then freezing. That’s bad. Those silly Elm trees should have known better than to bud out. And the Daffodils? Well, they were pretty enough, I suppose; but certainly well named.

The wind blows, the rain falls.

Me? I checked my Bio-Rhythms. Yeah. Seemed like the thing to do.

I found a site, hooked up real personal information and hit the enticing button inviting me to ‘Create.’

Neat word.

I found my emotional state was good.

My physical state not so good. I was tired, run down and weak. All of which regarding my physical state are true.

That other thing they measure? Well, that was a Hoorah also.

I’m all set to go. They told me if I had something to do, get it done. Work, clean up whatever was dirty and cluttered (I’m going to change the locks on my work room. That’s the only thing they could be talking about. Housekeeper was here day before yesterday.).

They also warned me to get this done in the next ten days. Seems somewhere near the end of that time frame things start to self destruct.

I stared at that report for some time while I mulled the workshop mess. I factored in my physical condition as reported by the squiggly line on the report and decided the effort of picking up a piece of paper might be beyond me. Shaking out a trash bag was even more strenuous. So, I reluctantly scrapped the idea of cleaning the workshop. I choose, instead, to challenge the ‘Bots on the computer.

I challenged for a single table Sit and Go. I lost. Rather convincingly. Of nine, I was third out.

I challenged for another single table Sit and Go. I lost. Rather convincingly. Of nine, I was fourth out.

I’d made a note of the Bio-Rhythm business. I double checked that note. Yup. Mental State = Great. Mental Activity = Great. Physical = Good, just not Rah-Rah Good.

I decided I needed more coffee and made some. While I was doing that, I decided I’d challenge the Blaster Ball program.

So, I did.

Yup. I lost five games in a row. I performed the bad performers dance of diatribe. Taking great care not to miss a step nor heated word of invective. When I regained my breath, I challenged Blaster Ball again. I lost.

I was slow. I was late to the trough of what is. If I thought left, the bounce went right – even more hateful, the bounce went left but a spider dropped from some dark and drank crevice and hit the bounce. THEN it went right.

Worse yet, three boulders whose support I shot from beneath them dropped on my icon and killed me. I didn’t even know what was happening until the third game.

Enough.

No more.

None. No more.

I went to another poker site. By that time I’d had two more cups of coffee. I was ready.

I opened a ring game. I lost.

I said bad things toward my avatar. Very bad things.

I got to thinking about that Bio – Rhythm site. I concluded that the name of the site was a code name for one of my Ex-Wives.

She set it up and waited all these years. All these years.

I fooled her though.

The Birthday Date I entered was hers. And none of what she said counted.

_____

From the Reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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