Amazing turns of fate abound. I'm pulling into my oft frequented gas and go, when a little convertible cuts me off to swing into one of the FIVE spots open. It's a grey haired gent in his 50's I'm guessing, his lady friend, and a yapping pooch in the back seat. I pull beside them into one of the remaining FOUR spots. I get out and go inside before him, because he has to wait for his lady to give him money, and of course open her door (kinda sweet). It makes perfect sense to cut me off. So I go to my fountain machine and begin dispensing my pellet ice(god love pellet ice). Almost as soon as I stop filling the cup to wait for foam to settle, my personal space bubble shoves me aside. They BOTH have invaded my machine and ushered me off to the side. At this point I'm thinking 'what a dick,' but being civilized I wrap up what I'm doing, pay my tab and exit.

I'm driving happily toward a river side siesta, when I see a large funeral procession coming down the other side of the road. I find a safe place to pull over, and pay respects as it passes. I notice a certain convertible coming up into my rear view. I think to myself 'surely not.' Yep he goes blowing passed the procession at 60mph. So, I sit patiently as it passes, grumbling about a fucking mutt. All will be well soon. I'll be at the river in just a few minutes.

Pulling into the gravel parking area, what do I see? That fucking mutt's convertible again. He is parked so poorly he's occupying 3 spaces. They have taken the yapping dog to the park. It is running around off the leash, this is not a dog park, and pissing all over ever other car in the gravel lot. I'm thinking the fn dog has manners as poor as his owners. I sit for several minutes biting my tongue as they pass out of sight. Just as well, I have about 300 unpleasant words for them. Some things are better left unsaid. So, a deep breath to calm my agitated mind.

Unfortunately, the extra oxygen fueled the fire. I know this river well. I know there is a rather rancid bog about 300 yards in the opposite the direction the mutt threesome went. I know I have six or so cloths in the back of my truck I used the last time it had a bath. So off I set to commune with nature two hands full of terry cloth. Yep this bog is still rancid. I soak all the cloths nice and deep in the mud and ooze, and head back with unpleasant smelling cargo in tow. I was half expecting to run into someone on the journey back, but nope it is post lunch on Monday, so no one about.

So, one cloth for the lady who pushed me out of the way at the fountain machine, draping nicely over the back of her seat. One for the yapping dog who is basically innocent, but I'm hoping he will tear the back seat up scratching at stench. The other 4 are for that grey haired mutt who cut me off, pushed me aside, ran passed the funeral procession, parked three different kinds of fucked up, and didn't put his dog on a fn leash! I have one for your door, one for your steering wheel, one for your gear shift, and of course one to drape over the back of your seat.

After trotting down to the river to cleanse my hands. I am feeling remarkably well healed. I hop in my truck and drive off thinking that deep breath really made me feel better. Don't worry about the cloths Mr. Mutt. You can keep them. I really don't think they will come clean anyway. On another note, when you buy a convertible, you really should not scrimp on the price and have cloth seats.

Someday I will see you, and remember.
Someday my heart will break free
from the bonds that hold it silent
Someday the wind will carry my words to you
Someday my words will speak to you
of love that knows not the meaning of time, nor distance
Someday you will hear my simple words
Someday you will know their lonely meaning
understand the truth I now hide
Someday the wind will carry my words to you
Someday my words will speak to you of love
you will then see me, but know me you will not

Being sick and having sprained ankles, I decided it is most advisable to go roaming the world. I have an odd knack for finding 4 leaf clovers. So I thought I would let you all have a go.

A touch of my longing lips
a song sang to your fingertips
A touch of a loving hand
Feel my heart and understand

I tried to be funny
I offended a bare
I tried to be funny
It wasn't there

I tried to
Well it doesn't matter
I failed

Waking from a dream
cold sweats, from another's scream

pieces that were found
cast off, given up to the ground

Did they find a peace
having moved on with such ease

So tired of their song
thought it was best to move on

What did you find there
is that world without despair?

Flashback into that moment
The one when you relent
Done all you can do
Nothing left for two

Wait it out, maybe, we'll see
The reflection holds only me
The moment gone, long in the past
The pain, of moving on, has passed

Anniversary brings reminder of failure
There is a xxxxx that does endure
A Long since, unwanted thing,
Yet failure does still have it's sting.

I will not die, cry, or otherwise ache
The fault was not mine. Not my mistake.
I will take false failure with grain of salt
Keep walking forward no need to halt

Standing alone inside a crowd
Find a wondrous name to shout aloud
Find a loving heart and true destination
The right love to hold without hesitation.

I feel for shit, so I'm off. I'm going to find a quite river to sit at with my phone, my tablet, and my thoughts. Don't you love how a geek is never out of touch? Maybe soaking up a little vitamin D will help.