My experiences with certain young people and the young couple formerly downstairs have me in the middle of writing a song. This will be an ‘anti love song’.
Picture 50’s / 60’s doowop.
Young dumb and crazy
Young dumb and crazy
You can’t be serious
Love makes us delirious
We have trouble with bound’ries; we have issues at borders;
Court appointed attorneys; and restraining or-or-ders
I dosed her with chloral; she hit me with crock’ry
Our manners and morals are mostly a mock’ry
I’m smelling trouble; she’s smelling perfume
And on the double, up goes the volume
Young dumb and crazy
Young dumb and crazy
I want to be passionate
My hope – you are dashing it
Other than that, not much to report. I am in receipt of an email from the Luddite outlining his latest activities, with one disgruntled comment about the weather, which has been dreadful for a cyclist. Not too much fun for me either, as I have lost my umbrella and not replaced it, because that’s what umbrellas re FOR, to be lost, and there really seems little point to get into this infinite loop again of purchasing umbrellas, being happy with them for the first little while, watching them slowly lose structural integrity and then about the time you want to pitch them you conveniently leave them on the bus. It’s been 15 years since I left something on a bus, I feel really dumb, but on the other hand, it was just an umbrella, and not a very good one at that. It’s a recursive loopy kinda day!
I have an umbrella stand at the front door. I am always on the look out for umbrellas on sale. No matter how many I buy, I often find the umbrella stand empty on a rainy day. Believe me, I get a lot of help with this disappearing act.