Eliot's Whimper

Originally Posted Saturday, April 26, 2014

I remember when I felt like something.  But I have been sick for months off and on.  Throw in a torn meniscus which makes anything but walking a pain.  Now I am nothing, not half of the something I was before.  I keep waiting to get better, to heal.  I wait for some surge of energy to return.  What I get is Eliot's whimper. 

And my luck has run sour as well. 

Today I get to take my mother shopping for a refrigerator.  I get to look for a washer AND a dryer, both of which have chosen to crap out.  It will be an exciting Saturday. 

I have decided to sell the Jeep.  I have to rebuild a deck.  I will need a new roof this summer I am certain.  We'll find out when the rains come. 

But I want to travel. 

I'll need money.  I don't know whether to go to the Money Tree or the Money River to get it.  Seems the drought has been bad for both.