Saturday, June 04, 2011


Today is a good day to be a sucker, because so far they are all out riding the trails unchallenged by me. I woke up at 6:00 A:M, with the little voice that keeps me out of trouble saying,The Dogboy is out there. I am not afraid of him, but I dragged my sleeping bag under the bed and went back to sleep for another hour just in case he showed up all Thor at the door as the kids used to say. I remained uneasy and gave up on sleep. I needed a justification and I wasn't feeling picky so I put on some shoes and launched a surge attack on the damn weeds that keep growing in my damn bushes. That's what I get for trying to play house, plants that nobody else is responsible for tending. My shackles weigh heavy on my soul.

Now, it is 117 degrees and the trails are for certain sucker fee so there is no point in dropping some bait if the bite ain't on.

Juancho

2 comments:

hitops said...

A tour de force of rationalization. Bravo, maestro.

All I got is back trouble and a lot of good sports on TV.

Velosopher said...

Sometimes it just works out that way.