Ennui

I haven’t written much of anything for a while. I managed to catch a nasty summer cold from my wife a few weeks ago, and I’ve been feeling lousy up until about yesterday when my sinuses finally decided to give up a slimy brownish substance which I’m sure had been giving me a chronic headache for several days. But, I believe I’m on the mend, although I still have zero energy nor give-a-shit in my general attitude.

I did give an emotional response to a young man who telephoned me today with some kind of informal political poll. He wanted to know whom I was supporting in the state’s U. S. senate race; Maria Cantwell or her opponent who’s name I cannot remember (he’s a wimpy guy with a high-pitched voice who promises he won’t get involved in partisan politics if he’s elected. Yeah, right). I told him that I sure as hell was not going to vote for any Republicans, so I reckoned I’d be voting for Ms. Cantwell. Then he wanted to know if I knew anything about the Democratic challenger to Republican “Doc” Hastings’ seat in the house. I allowed as how I’d probably vote for anyone who might be running against ol’ Doc. I gave the caller one of my email addresses so he could send me some political propaganda about the local Democratic candidates. Since I take the writings of political public relations people (What? You thought politicians had ideas of their own?) about as seriously as Saturday morning cartoons on TV, I’ll probably delete most, if not all of it without reading it. Since the geographic area where I reside is predominantly ultraconservative Republican in its political makeup, I had kind of hoped the guy on the other end of the phone conversation was one of “them” and I was going to try and spoil his day by giving him my opinion of “Dubyuh” Bush and his ilk. Turned out he was of a like mind with me. Kind of disappointing.

Damn I’m bored! Maybe tomorrow I’ll get lucky and get some Jehovah’s Witnesses or Mormon boys dressed in their black suits with white shirts ringing my doorbell. I could tell them I’ll let them have their say, but only if they let me expound on the Church of the Gooey Death and Discount House of Worship (give me an Amen) and how it relates to Native American spirituality and Extraterrestrial Transcendentalism first.

I believe I hear you saying, “Frank, get a life.”