Come Again?

Can anyone remind me why we moved here?. . . I say, CAN ANYONE REMIND ME WHY WE MOVED HERE?. . . It must be just bad karma. Pictured above is the door view from the basement which gives me the willy's, and the coblers foot, that has been put back near it's original spot. That door just irks me. As you go up the basement steps (right now I don't have any and have to jump four feet to get on a ladder), that is what you are faced with. Just creepy. It reads TO THE ENEMY KEEP THIS DOOR SHUT. Or does it say "TO THE ENEMY KEEP THIS DOOR SLUT?" Maybe a previous occupant wanted their ex-wife to take the door with her? Maybe it says TO THE ENEMY KEEP THIS DOOR SHOUT? Maybe the door was not loud enough. It could even read (because of the space) TO THE ENEMY KEEP THIS DOOR SNOUT. I like the word snout. My daughter uses it quite a bit. Made a hair appointment. . . trying to decide if I should do a big change of colour. I can't do red because it looks like I have just been on a voyage over the Pacific, stuffed in a sea chest. The follicles will not be severed any shorter, there is not a "man cut" in my future. Kids are out of school (again), roads are still closed, (don't even bother looking on the MTO, because it ignores us). I had to go to Wingham today, but, Highway 4 is closed still. So I had to say nay to that. But on a great note March Break looks fantastic! What will happen when my twenty feet of snow melts? My parents want me to come up and see them, I hope I can, but the rental work is looming before me. Paint, trim, ceilings, cleaning. Fun. Fun. Later on. . .6:00 I am trying to thaw fish "just for the halibut". Uhggg really bad pun. It is taking forever. Last night, I made ribs. I hate making ribs. But I figured if I threw in a bottle of beer and some BBQ sauce, nothing would go very wrong. They turned out A-Okay. I was impressed with myself. So impressed in fact, that I started singing, tunes from the "Gather Me" album from Melanie. I honestly, love that album, but I hate the background music. It should be purely acoustical, in my opinion, why the heck do they have a full orchestra in the background? It wrecks it to a point. She has an amazing voice, but the voice and tuba's and flutes and french horns make me gag. It's like the Kenny G saxaphone feeling. The album was slung on the record player today. I did sing, but it wasn't pretty, and ended up getting the dogs all excited and I felt like I was back in the "Challenged Choir" singing Land of the Silver Birch. I guess a person needs one flaw. Bad, but hillarious memories. If I could choose between being blind and having an absolutely tinkling voice or being mute and having incredible hearing, I definitely would go for the amazing voice. It's like the question, would you rather go through life stuck on a bicycle (where you can not get off for any reason) or would you rather walk around with a church pew stuck on your back? Which one would you choose? Both would be debilitating. I think the bicycle would be best, because, although with different weather conditions, it would still be possible to dress, go to the loo, and wash. You could just ride your way into a river. With a church pew, you would have issues with fitting into places, although, it may be possible to lie down. With a bicycle, you could always tilt yourself against a tree, or for hygenic purposes even resort to riding through car washes. So I started re-reading my first book of Philosophy, "The Art of Wondering" ( this is where I got my itch back in '96). For the life of me I can't remember Kant (categorical imperitive? veil of innocence?) from Mr. Rogers. Seriously. I ended up falling asleep. Not that the content was boring, I just fell asleep and can't remember what the heck I read. I did that with Oryx and Crake a lot as well, and ended up having to back track constantly. I know I should take some time during the day to read, but, my dogs start pitching fits if I go upstairs. Reading downstairs, just doesn't work for me. There are too many distractions and always something to do. Like domesticity,which I think in some ways I am neglecting because I am being passive aggressive. I had to tunnel into the wood holder today, as I did, I noticed Drive By Fry Guy Cruising By (4:35 pm). Pretending to talk on his Fisher Price cell phone. Keep on posing buddy. Pretend that you have something important to do or someone who actually wants to talk to you. Pretend that you have friends around here. I have been told that I should report it, or ask the people who have been complaining to me about it to report it. It's just very odd. . .