Final Acts

Sunset Watertown

This was the final act of yesterday. To drive for gas, then drive to Watertown Lake to view the contrail laden sunset. Four fishers were on the dock and two by the waters edge. I wanted to photograph three sitting on the dock, but was in no mood for asking, so I moved on, taking this before getting in the PT.
That evening, while Vana and later the Olympics were on wide screen, I was answering inane questions from Kmart on being an assistant manager in training. And by the time I had completed the last question, some two hours later, I was in no mood to become a K Mart Assistant manager, or any manager for that matter.
And so today is Thursday, Feb20, I am at 3:17, 6 hours away from watching the moon slip behind the trees over Mrs Duncans house. I sent her a photo of the moon over her house as she recoups in Select Speciality, the same place Melanie was. From 9 til now I have been moving to the backyard the thirteen large piles of leaves for burning.
In between piles, I would stop and photograph the gathering Sand Hills and compose a poem for one. I told one that since no one ever likes the poetry anyhow, I would not bother the sleeping. And that is the gawd awful truth.
A pock upon you poetry shunning ones.
It was suggested I get on some medication to control my fits of anger, to perhaps go into a more, I don't give a damn kind of personality. I again said, I tried it once and I was so flat zone, I really did not even give a damn if I even breathed. I got off the I don't give a damn medicine.