Leaning on the Cold Side…

It was 19 degrees Fahrenheit as I left work with only a very, very light frost.  You would have thought we would have had a hell of a one with it being so cold.  The whims of winter’s touch on the South always escapes me.  I left work and drove directly to McDonald’s ever impatient for my car to warm up.  I was listening to Enya’s The Memory of Trees as I sat shivering and waiting in line.  It started to get warm and I could feel my hands return from numbness as I was ordering my food.  I had hoped to see Anne this morning to chit chat, but a co-worker said she was working the afternoon shift today.   I paid and then pulled forward to get my food.  “This will make for some very happy dogs,” I thought as I grabbed my big bag of McDonald’s goodness and drove home. 

There is always a very hirsute starkly long white haired man walking through my neighborhood as I arrive home from work.  He always waves at me like he knows me and I wave back.  Sometimes, I am tempted to stop and ask him if he needs a ride in the cold.  He certainly looks homeless, but he must be walking to work everyday.  I would love to be nosey and find out his story through life.  People who walk off the beaten path always fascinate me – the fringe dwellers as I call them. 

Mom, lately, hasn’t been putting out my six sodas out for fear of them freezing and bursting overnight on these very chilly nights we have been having.  I called her when I got home to go pick them up after waiting awhile for it to get closer to eight to make sure they were up and going.  I doesn’t take long for me to drink all six cokes.  I do so as I write my blog post of the day.  It is just another of my compulsive idiosyncrasies I bear as a burden in my life. I certainly enjoy them, but most people would chastise me for drinking so many sodas all at once. 

Can someone give me an “Amen” about being off of work tonight?  After I get up today, I am going to work on cleaning my house.  It certainly needs it.  I also have about three loads of laundry that need doing.  I am also going to be on dog hair patrol as well as Maggie seems to explode dog hair in every room she frequently inhabits.   

The State of my Social Media…

I still don’t get Facebook or what is so attractive about it.  I read yesterday on Mashable that Facebook is worth $50 billion dollars.  You really can’t open up and be yourself through that medium.  I haven’t logged into my account in months for what it’s worth.  Hell, I haven’t even checked my email in over three months.  I call these these avenues of contact on the web imposing media instead of social media.   There is a certain woman I am fascinated with on Twitter and will log in from time to time to see what she is up to.  She’s a single Christian and highly anal, also vegan, and posts mainly from work – all the things that would make me most likely not to seek her out as a potential friend or date, but she still fascinates me.  I just wish everything with her wasn’t like pulling teeth to get something done.