"How You Can Tell When I'm Happy"
How can you tell when I'm happy?
The air conditioning is working
and the monkeys are not after me.
(Just kidding about the monkeys.
They went away when I quit drinking.).
I was raised in a cold climate
and I'm stranded here in this tropical swampland.
We have another home now,
since last years storms blew the old one across the state line.
The air conditioning actually works here,
and that's the best part of Florida living.
The hurricanes are lining up across the Atlantic
for their annual target practice,
and I just ran across this article I wrote a year ago
when we were still in our doomed ex-home.
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A SALUTE TO VIRGINIA CITY.
Our air conditioner is temperature challenged.
It’s cool in the kitchen
and hot as a mink back here in the studio.
I have to take a shower every damn day.
We called the repair gnome
and he’s coming here Wednesday.
In the meantime,
Misty put a big floor fan in the kitchen doorway
to blow some cool air back here to me,
hoping to prevent me from going naked
in front of the dog.
Everything is damp.
My finger gets stuck to the exclamation point key!!!!!!!!
I just felt a rare and beautiful gust of cold air.
and asked Misty what happened.
She told me she had opened the refrigerator door to get some milk.
I thought I’d died and gone to Poland!
It’s eighty degrees and humid at 3 AM here in Central Florida,
and the hurricane fright season is starting.
It’s thirty degrees cool in Virginia City NV tonight.
To my friends in Virginia City.
Bite me!
Copyright © July 15, 2005 by Jack Blanchard. All rights reserved.
