Just another day ...
It is Saturday morning, Dec. 30, 2017, and I am sitting at a table out in the sunroom staring at a blank screen on my laptop wondering just what in the bleep I have to say on Sunday morning, Dec. 31, 2017.
The reason I am sitting at a table out in the sunroom staring at a blank screen on my laptop is the power is off and the PC in the tiny closet office off the den doesn’t even have a blank screen. It has a dark screen.
There’s trouble on Alabama Power lines that string down an Arrow Street hill, or I’ve forgotten to pay my bill. The next hour or so will give me the answer.
(It is 8:42 in the morning and the lights just went on, which means I have paid my bill and Alabama Power, once again, has chased trouble from the bottom of a hill on Arrow Avenue. The linemen who power Alabama Power are pretty good at their jobs and I really appreciate that.)
With the power back on I could retreat to the tiny closet office in the den, but I have decided to remain at the table out in the sunroom for a couple of reasons:
1. It’s a lovely/cold day outside, but in here it’s warm and I enjoy looking at lovely/cold days so long as I am inside.
2. I went to a lot of trouble braving the cold in walking out to “my barn” and bringing the laptop inside the sunroom. Wasting time is no problem with me, but wasting labor is another story.
Now back to that blank screen and just another day in the life of a newspaper columnist who is still mad at the late Vince Lombardi for not drafting him to be the quarterback of the Green Bay Packers instead of Bart Starr. I’m also mad at those in power who have not put me in power.
Like as president of the United States of America instead of Donald Trump, president of Trump World, which really is NOT an ally of the United States of America.
Now, back to that blank screen again ...
Like I said, it is Saturday, Dec. 30, 2017, as I sit here and look at that blank screen. But tomorrow (which is not today if you’ve lost your way in my meandering in nowhere land) will be better.
As you read this, I will be headed toward Blue Mountain Baptist Church where, like all fifth Sundays, we will sing praise unto the Lord and then adjourn to the basement for hot soup and chili and fellowship. We will be few, like maybe 25 or so, but mostly we like each other’s company, which means a lot if the soup is watery and the chili has no bite to it.
Price of admission to our “café” is a sermon by the Rev. Don Pilcher ... and that’s as far as I’m going with that. But I will tell you that the Rev. Don Pilcher is of the old-fashioned school of preaching and I sort of like that.
It is also good for my ribcage. I can’t recall the last time one of Rev. Pilcher’s sermons put me to sleep. That has given the blonde’s elbow a much-needed rest. It has also given my ribcage time to heal.
But I digress more than a bit. That blank screen is still blank, looks sort of like a whiteout in a Montana blizzard.
If Sunday (remember now, we’re still in Saturday time) is Dec. 31 that means Monday will be Jan. 1, 2018.
Good tree with no fruit. Over the years I broke 92 percent of my New Year’s resolutions, which is the national average. Got around that a few years back when I wised up and began to make New Year’s resolutions I KNEW I could keep.
Like always use black pepper on my cantaloupe, salt on my apples, and mustard on my eggs.
Thing is, I’ve run out of those, too, but I will give you at least one I hope to keep ... like see you in the morning, I hope.
And how’s that for spending two hours in front of a blank screen and filling it with ... you name it ... I can’t.
George Smith can be reached at 256-239-5286 or email: email@example.com.