Wednesday, September 30, 2015

2015: a Very Good Year.

Maus O78, (Wiki.)

Louis Shalako

2015 was a pretty good year for achieving some personal goals.

In January we were just learning how to use our new computer.

(And in October, still paying for it.)

In May we dumped the old Neon and got another good, used piece of crap to drive.

We accomplished one big goal when we got two new front teeth, and fixing up a half dozen cavities went along with that. That was a biggie, as I had some concerns. 

Okay, I was scared shitless but I owed it to myself. Funny things is, we got through it and it’s over.

That was kind of a growth experience.

Bad teeth affect your self-esteem more than one might realize. This is something you don’t want to take for granted.

We’ve been bitching and whining and pissing and moaning about housing for a couple of years now. We’re moving as of December 1. It’s a nice place and we can keep on going to local food banks if that’s what it takes. I don’t give a shit what the bourgeoisie thinks.

By the time the year is out, we’ll have our fifth novel of the year in the can. As to whether we’re going to submit that or publish it ourselves, we’re still undecided.

We sure wouldn’t want to fuck up our lives, or lose our pensions, shit like that.

At this point, we still have time to make an appointment at the optometrists and get some bifocals. I’m tired of going to the grocery store and trying to get crazy old ladies to read the labels on things, which as you know are written in very fine print. On the Ontario Disability Support Program, we can get eyeglasses (paid for) every two years and it’s been a while since I was in there last. She’s not a bad looking lady as I recall, admittedly a bit blurry…

I’m almost hesitant to put this out into the universe, but if I had a half a brain in my head, (and I’m pretty sure I do), there’s still three months left in the year to get a girlfriend*, (although I’m still saving my pennies for that one.) We don’t want to ask for too much, ladies and gentlemen.

After a couple of years of not speaking to each other, my brother and I are now friends again. 

It’s nice to see the nephews once in a while. Andrew is fifteen and Adam is thirteen.

I will be a part of their lives.

< brushes tears away >

Okay, that meant a lot to me.

My big goal for the next three months is to avoid pain and try like hell not to get sucked down by major depression.

Other than that, I plan on drinking as much beer as possible and having a hell of a lot of fun with the last twenty or thirty years of my life—assuming that nothing goes wrong.

Which it usually does, sooner or later.

But that’s getting a bit ahead of ourselves, of which I have at least five who have manifested themselves in no uncertain terms.

Let us enjoy this moment, no matter who we are or how many of us there may be.


P.S. If you’re on Facebook or whatever, I’m a sucker for liking your page, so don’t be afraid to ask.

We are people personages…or something like that.

We will not apologize. We're just going to keep on doing it. 

*UPDATE: Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. That should have read "...a lot more girlfriends..."

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