LA Long Walk, Part 1.

It’s late Sunday and I’m finally posting this thing. I’m getting out of blogging, for a while. I’ve been having problems lately. My memory is going, my temper is getting shorter and more random and things I should be able to do are becoming more difficult. Last week I posted 25 words or so and didn’t say anything. I’ve decided to retire for a while. Everything is beginning to bother me but I can’t post it coherently. So, it’s better to keep my mouth shut and not make an ass out of myself. I don’t have all that many followers so a lot of people won’t be put out by my absence. I’ll be back when I’m better. See you in the funnies.

It finally happened this weekend. Ruben, the super, came over and finished the purge. He hauled all of the trash consisting of books on cassette, over-sized clothes and books the library won’t take to the great dumpster in the sky. The coda was preceded by a visit by my nieces and a grand nephew. The overture was highlighted by tossing n organ out of a window. Think about it. Noise. Splintering wood. An open place. Perhaps some forethought would have saved them, but I wanted them gone and impulse control wasn’t turned on.