DISPATCHES FROM THE GHOST MOOSE

After today, the year 2018 will be 1/3 elapsed.  It seems like last week was January.  Well, with the shit weather, maybe not.  but you get the point.  Time flies by far too quickly.   I will be 60 in August....I hope to have many years left, but who knows?  so - live each day to the fullest.  and, of course, make each day the best one yet.  and, of course, stop giving a fuck. giving fucks is the start of the downward slide. when you do get to that point, you can see how much bullshit the real world is.  I know we all have to work to pay our bills, and stay above the poverty line, but how much shit should you be expected to eat to continue to live off a paycheck?  In the near future, I will write a bit about the current situation at work.  Which, of course, I could not care less about.  because caring may diminish my best day status.  which is not acceptable. but, I can honestly tell you, IDGAF.  When you g...

just a quick post. got up at 530 to leave soon to play golf. and I know there will be a frost delay.  on april 28. can't wait to leave the piss puddle called Illinois. and now to put in my contacts and hit the road adios

I am sitting here watching the nfl draft...teams I don't care about selecting players I don't care about.   And I have been watching it for 2 hours now.  what does that say about we, as a lazy slothful society.  well, not so much me as you? anyway, as poor saps who may stumble upon this blog all my regular readers know, I don't post much of work or work things.  However, I did have a wonderful meeting I wished to share...I met with HR about a situation that was not necessarily a good one.  and after the meeting I was leaving the persons office and she said she was so happy to be going on vacation tomorrow.  I said great, and I was going to have the best day of my life tomorrow.  and she asked why...and I said...because every day of my life is better than the last.  and, i got the usual look I get.  I suppose I will need to stop this zaniness at some point lest people avoid me altogether or brand me like Creed on The Office.  or p...

I realize this is an off schedule post (and I would imagine only I am aware there is a schedule) but I meant to ask yesterday:  - this blog normally gets about 20 - 30 views per day.  Some are readers, others probably bots.  But 2 days ago, there were 122 views.  Did someone actually read 122 of the posts?  If so, why?  leave a comment if that is true.  even if you are a bot.  and with that, I will now immerse myself into pretending I am working hard so people walking by my office will be fooled  a productive day of work.

I'm not sure what led to that extremely lame post of 2 days ago.  My 2 readers expect more than that from me.  But, Summer Rain is a great song.  We used to listen to Johnny Rivers Greatest Hits....back in 1976.  Over 40 yrs ago.  Eek...  The weather is finally getting better.  Now I can call my golf bud on our drives home from work to finalize golf details.  beyond what time and where, not really too much to finalize.  but, perfect practice makes perfect.  if only applied to showing up on time to tee off.  after that first shot the whole plan goes to shit anyway. What to do on a Tuesday?  I already ate too much, so will probably sit around like a lump until I fall asleep watching tv, then will wake up around midnight and go to bed.  but, that is exactly what I want to do.  who among us can say they are doing exactly what they want to do?  therein lies the goal.  I watched Castaway for the 25th time last...

Has there ever been a better day than today?  Probably not. and that is all I have to say about that.  (F Gump) Is there a better song than Summer Rain by Johnny Rivers? has there ever been a lamer post than this one?

Thursday....and it started out icy and snowy.  If that is how the best day of my life is supposed to start, so be it.  I have already stopped at the bakery, took the train downtown, gave my friend her danish,  hit golf balls (because of afore mentioned danish) and actually did some work.  Lest I forget to mention, had a wonderful dinner with an old friend on Tuesday.  I have to do more of that.  old friends are the best friends. and, had dinner with another old friend last night.  I am becoming a social butterfly in my old age. and.....as things change at work, there is a creeping wave of morale dropping.  of hushed conversations.  of people more open about talking about getting new jobs, etc.  woe is us....I have been through this so many times, it is not new for me.  but, here is a part from my book about the toxic daily huddle.  And it is right here for all to see.   God, am I prescient, or what????  ...