cryptic note to self

if you're getting ready to do something and you're already asking yourself, before you've even begun, "why am i doing this? what do i hope to gain?" and you really don't have an answer...perhaps it's best to wait. just a little while. overnight. a week. either you'll think of a good reason, or you'll realize that whatever it is isn't worth doing after all.

EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

i found my favorite elvis song EVAR on youtube!!!!!! now i'm going to inflict it on you:

(slight back story: i am the youngest kid in my family with 1 older brother and 3--count 'em THREE!--older sisters.)

tractoritis

my father bought a new lawn tractor today. my brother pat says this is the fourth such tractor he has purchased in 4 years. (my sister jan thought it was the fifth.)

ahhhh, dementia.

i suppose each person who suffers from dementia comes up with their own brand of crazy, but i wonder why my dad has fixated on lawn tractors? oh, to be a fly on the wall inside of his brain.

in case you're wondering, no...he does not have a garage full of lawn tractors. every time he buys a new one, he gives the old one away to someone. i think the last one, or the one before that, went to the son-in-law of a neighbor. why that guy, i have no idea. but then, why not him? i'm still back in the previous square, trying to explain the initial proliferation of tractors. (it is hard not to wish that he would just send me or one of my siblings the couple thousand bucks he drops on each tractor. i don't want to steal money or joy from my father or anything, but jeez...the neighbor's son-in-law???)

:::sigh:::