Another Tired Day…

That’s what I should have called this blog, another tired day. I don’t know how I manage to get so beat up at the end of the day, but I always feel like I am a Roman foot soldier who has been out doing a heavy day of traveling and battling and who is looking forward to his place beside the fire on his little bit of blanket with a cup of sour wine.

Well, that certainly lifted my spirits, because my fate is much better than that of that poor foot soldier. I mean, I get that nice comfortable bed with the 4 pillows and the duvet and a glass of hot milk. Bet you that foot soldier would have liked that better also, not to think of the fact that he had to do battle with his short sword and cut people’s limbs off. I’m sure he wanted to do something else all together when he was a little boy. Probably wanted to be a senator when he grew up or a city administrator or a builder of viaducts.

Anyway, as is usual, I am beat and I don’t think it is from physical exertion, but from pure emotional input in that I had to very carefully fill out a 4 page form and write an explanitory letter to go with it and go to the store and make more copies and then send the whole thing off with 11 attachments and I still don’t know if I got it all right. Time will tell, bureaucracy will move its creaky gears and I will get caught in it somewhere without getting my bones crushed, hopefully.

Tomorrow I have to write another very good letter of objection with all the necessary attachments and hope for all the luck in heaven to be at my side. I can only handle one of these things a day, it is impossible to do two of them. I feel such relief when I am finished with one and have put it in the mail. I walk specifically to the nearest mailbox with the Überhund to do that and always hope that I have put enough stamps on the envelope. I want to put in a note that says, “Look here, I am being a good citizen!”

Around 6 PM, I start to slowly sink towards the center of my gravity and all I want to do is lay down somewhere, but I try not to and try to watch the news instead and watch the behind the news program that’s on right after. Tonight they told us to keep an eye on John McCain and not to underestimate him and also that his runningmate is already making herself much beloved by the republicans for the stance she takes against the snooping journalists.

From what I can gather, Obama is not at all secure of his place in the White House and we may just end up with McCain for president. Actually, that wouldn’t surprise me, since we ended up twice with Bush Jr. for president. How’s that for something odd happening? McCain is not nearly as odd as Bush Jr. Notice how I am saying we? As if I am personally involved? Well, I am , darn it. As a citizen of the world, I am. There are actually people in the Netherlands who think McCain would make a good president, but none of them are politicians, because they can’t make such public pronouncements, although we have one woman politician who is a great admirer of Hillary Clinton and kind of fancies that she is like her. She wishes! I won’t even mention her name.

So, I am always beat at 6 PM and I try to stay awake and I don’t sit down on the sofa, but sit by the dining table and watch the TV from there and keep an eye on the street at the same time to see which people go by. I always imagine that if I have to be the witness to the scene of a crime, I have to be able to give a good account of it. You see, I am like Miss marple and always assume something will happen and I keep track of everything. I am especially suspicious of unmarked white vans and odd men in strange combinations of clothing. My neighborhood is my village.

I went to the store and bought some things when I went to make copies. I bought envelopes, which it turned out I didn’t need, because I found a whole bunch of them later, and I didn’t buy cat food, which it turned out I did need. Now they have to finish the box of food they they don’t like as much, but hey, life is rough. To be a cat around here means you have a pretty good life, except for the grumpy dog.

There is a version of Linux called Ubuntu. There is a very comprehensive website where you can download that version, but you can also order the free CD, which is what I did. The website helps you with any questions you have about installation and using it. It takes the CD about a month to get here, so when I get it, I will be carefully reading all the information on the website. Lord only knows what I am letting myself in for. I need to not be so tired all the time when I get ready to install it, that’s for sure. I have to have my witts about me, but it will be fun.

Well, it’s that time of the evening again. Pajama time! Cup a soup time! TV time! Fall asleep on the sofa time!

Have a good evening people. Do all the things my tired body can’t do…run around the block or something. Have sex.

Ciao…