Episode #66: Christmas Break

Had way too much on my plate this week (like just about everyone else) to get anything remotely coherent for a post today.

Rest assured that for our 1st post of 2021 will feature a continuation of our Muse's casual conversation with her partner in crime.

Until then, please enjoy this version of The 3 Amigos for your viewing pleasure, and either this song by Lobo or this song by Lobo for your listening pleasure.

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Episode #65: My Muse Has Come Back Freely To Me: 1

Part I

"Satisfied?" he asks hopefully, but not really expecting a positive response.

What's with the pic?

"One of daughter's favorite Nick at Nite shows, Adventure Time."

Again, what's with the pic?

"I always try to feature a pic with my blog post. Problem?"

Hmmmm.....

She falls silent for a moment, before switching positions in the chair by sitting lengthwise, with her lithe legs and naturally coal black hair draped provocatively over the sides. She reaches into her hair and for a brief second, he  recoils in fear and wheels his chair back a few inches. She sneers, before wiping her face clean and withdraws her hand from her hair. With a quick flip of the wrist, she opens a ten inch stiletto and starts to carefully twirl it around her fingers.

So, are you going to ask me why I'm here?

"I could, but why should I?"

Because this post is going to be dead on screen if you don't, you silly little man.

He pauses for a moment as he realizes that control does not he have. Sighing, he asks, "Okay, why are you here?"

I heard a nasty rumor that you might be restarting your writing in 2021.

He raises an eyebrow and says, "So?"

Is it true?

He hesitates in answering, so she asks again, this time in a tone that leaves zero room for misinterpretation.

Visibly shrinking yet again, he says, "Yes."

Then they were right for a change, she says a mocking tone. Swinging her entire body around, she crosses her legs in a way that makes our blogger's bottom lip quiver.

Lightly smiling, she says, Where's my digs?

"Wait...wut? What makes you think that you're staying...here?"

You need me.

"At the present, I want you. Needing is something that hasn't even entered my swollen brain yet."

Same thing. She arises and saunters over to him at the computer. She places a finger on his chin and gives him a firm push away from the computer. She quickly taps the mouse-pad a couple of times and brings up what appears to be averagely written short story. She speed reads through the story and afterwards snorts in derision.

She narrows her focus on him, before strolling over to where he was pushed to. Lightly grabbing his chin again, she wheels him back to the computer and carefully places him back under the desk. She then sits down on the desk, crosses her arms before taking out the stiletto with a few strands of hair. She silently blinks a thank you, then says icily to her blogger, we need to talk.

To be continued.

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Episode #64: Time Has Not Come Today, But May Come Next Year

You can never stay mad when you have happy puppy dogs to look at every day {we have two Chihuahuas who I intermittently interact with on a daily basis in our house}.

Having said that, let's move on to the topic at hand.

Topic? Not writing or retirement again?

Wait...wut? Who are you? Why are you interrupting my blog post?

I'm your muse. I'm tired, I'm bored, so get over it.

I will not. Wait...wut? I still have a muse? I thought you moved on to greener and brighter pastures?

I did. I got bored. I need some excitement in my pedestrian life. So give me some excitement. Got it?

Wait...wut? I'm not required to give anyone any excitement these days. It's not my problem that you're bored.

Entertain me, or I might do something strange.

Strange? What can you possibly do that's stranger than all the stuff that you've done in the past ten years?

An evil sneer casually spreads across her face like the Chuckster's.

His jaw drops, then he quickly closes it and flashes her a very disgusted look.

She quickly flashes a "who me" look and blinks her eyes flirtatiously.

Fine. I'll entertain you with my wit. Just don't get any bright ideas about adding your two euros into the mix. Got it?

She smiles seductively, sits down in the comfy chair and swings her legs onto it provocatively. He facepalms for a good ten seconds, before dejectedly turning back to his computer.

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Apparently my muse, who decided to waltz back into my life and be her usual demanding vivacious self, is bored with her current existence as it presently stands and thus wants to be "entertained". Otherwise, she may do something "strange". Considering that she's (yes, my muse is a she) been in my life for the better part of 10 years and knows all kinds of personal crap about me, I'm forced to take her threat very seriously.

As the blog title suggests, the topic of choice was about time, and how the adjustment to having all kinds of time on my hands is not necessarily a good thing to have. But because my muse has clearly stated that she wants to be entertained or suffer the consequences, I have no choice but to acquiesce to her demand. Problem is, how do you entertain a trusted companion who has been part and parcel to your very writing existence for the better part of 10+ years?

I mean, over the years....over the years....mmmm.....years.

Anyways narrows his focus at her time used to be, when I was dealing/working with the vivacious one, very much a premium. Between work and family, I basically had the writing equivalent of a "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" with the vivacious one on the weekends. Yes, it meant that I only had time for her on the weekends, like as weekend fling, so to speak. I wined and dined, made her feel exceptionally special and that she was the most important person in my life.

Then, like the side chick she truly was, got record scratched until the next weekend, when we washed, rinsed and repeated. Life was indeed good for me, although not sure about her since who wants to be a perpetual side chick in a long term relationship?

Eventually, we parted ways, and while I found something else to squander my precious free time and move on, I'm not really sure what she wound up doing with her new acquired free time. I would hear rumors from time to time about some new adventure she was doing or some new boy toy she was busy wrapping around her fingers, but other than that, radio silence.

Fast forward to this year, specifically the latter part of 2020, when the aggravation of work was slowly and silently creeping into every other part of my life. I had already decided to get back into the swing of writing in 2021, but was trying to figure out how to work it in with the all the time suckage that work was presenting me with. Eventually the decision was made to retire, partly to get my sanity back but mostly just to start the next year fresh with minimal aggravation.

Thus, we now find ourselves with so much free time on our hands that we're now having problems trying to figure out which day is which. About the only way I've been able to keep track of the time is the various doctor appointments that I have coming up in the near future. So yeah, time blends a lot these days, which is probably why my muse decided to grace my world with her presence today.

God help us all.

Today's semi free-form post was brought to you by the phrase, "Facts don't care about your feelings." Because honestly, they don't, and the sooner that you realize this, the more that people will start to treat you like an adult.

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Episode #63: Oopsie! Did I Forget That?

Well, as some people are want to say, that escalated quickly.

This past Friday (12/4), we had to get our furnace fixed. This necessitated the 75% emptying of my den so that the local gas company (massive TL;DR involved here) could do what needed to be done.

When the dust  cleared later in the afternoon, we had a very fully functioning furnace that heated properly both upper floors of our house.

Unfortunately, and as you can imagine, my lovely den is now completely FUBAR (to use the proper acronym). I was eventually able to carve a place reinstall my computer as well as re-hook a proper power source. But, this has left in a minor predicament.

Namely, doing hunt and peck typing, as I have no space for my keyboard. As you're probably aware, that kind of typing really bites the big one. And because of that, we decided to leave behind a link to a ye olden post from my first blog Cedar's Mountain: This post deals with CT's 2011 state budget, but if you change the year to 2020, the same taxation issues and lack of fiscal sanity still applies.

Tune in next week to see if things are back to normal, or if I'm still doing the old hunt and peck.

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