A Fly on the Wall
I’m taking a bit of a reprieve from politics, a cooling off period so that I can get back to writing about what’s really important: me, and what you think about me.
Kidding. I’m certain that I don’t want to know what anyone thinks of me these days. Half the time, I’m not even sure what I think about me but, I don’t have a lot of time to navel-gaze these days what with starting a new job and managing my love life.
I forgot, there is no love life. Although I did see Mr. Wii when I was out in California earlier in the month things have cooled considerably as distance and busy schedules practically preordain. He just had surgery on his finger and (I think ) took some time off from work and the last time we spoke he was on pain meds and not real chatty. He’ll be back out here this fall during my 14-day exodus to Lexington, Kentucky for work and unless I see him over the holidays when I’m back out to California, it’s likely that this has run its course leaving me with a 12-pack of batteries positioned neatly and within arms reach under my bed. He’s darling though and I like to think that if I happened to be a stripper in Las Vegas with geography to my keen advantage that we may have made a go of it.
I put in a Jacuzzi bath-tub during last months never-ending bath remodel and indulged in a soak last night, Pumpkin perched near-by watching an errant fly that found its way into the condo and was doing dive-bombs in and out of the soap-bubbles. Death wish, I tell ya. The fly, one of those big fat nasty ones, followed me back into my room where it proceeded to both dazzle and torment the cat until I had to take drastic measures. I sprayed it in mid-flight with some ant and roach killer filling my room with chemicals. I felt bad though and wished that I could have lured it outside into the night air. I don’t know if it’s idiosyncratic or paradoxical or even if there is a word for it but I felt bad about drowning a housefly in chemicals but support a woman’s right to choose to terminate a pregnancy. Maybe I’m the freakshow.
I luv ya. I’m not pro-fly but I luv ya anyway, we can agree to disagree on that one!
“hey hey, ho ho…that Fly has got to go!”
I would have used a fly-swatter but, luckily, in the U.S. we have the right to choose our method of ridding flies –
Personally, I think that anyone who says that they’re pro-life had better be a vegetarian on top of it, or it’s just hypocrisy. Life is life, no matter what the vessel.
Well said, LizBeth!