The Pump Don't Work Cuz the Vandals took the Handles
You shouldn't go to bed angry.
Because like feeding Gremlins after midnight, or pouring water on them, the anger grows and grows. Mutates, even.
With a little bit of luck, the good folks here at the luxury accomodations in the First State won't notice the shards of plastic that used to comprise a remote control.
But last night's Red Sox/Yankees game lit a fire under me. I something can be done today and tomorrow to make that go away.
Wilmington, Delaware. Not what I expected. Looks like Downtown Providence in 1988. (you know, prior to the Renaissance).
And walking around this a.m., trying to find a Dunks, I added yet another occupation to my "I really wish I was (insert today's random revelation) instead of this crap..."
I think it'd be awesome to own a little breakfast place. Just breakfast. Maybe one or two days a week, stay open for lunch (only till 2). There's something to a breakfast place, moreso than any other restaurant.
I think the great restaurants (and bars) and ones that give the patrons a sense of ownership. Not in the LLC way, but just....perhaps the word is loyalty, more than ownership.
Yeah, it always seems I'm trying to decide how green the grass is on the other side of the fence.
But it's not just the verte I want to know.
I want to know if it's bent grass, fescue, or a hybrid of kentucky bluegress and sensimilla.
I'm not perpetually angry, despondant, or pessimistic. Rather, I call it optimistically inquisitive.
Besides, if all were perfectly aligned, it would mean two things:
1. I wasn't looking hard enough
2. There'd be nothing to blog about.
I mean, if everything was bluebirds, bubble gum, and ice cream, I wouldn't notice the homeless man just taking a dump on Market St. in Wilmington. Instead, I'd frolic in the fact that he probably has enough fiber in his diet.
Seriously, how do you bring Okajima back for the 8th and not have someone (or sometwo) warming.
And if there's some sort of end-of-the-season standings problem, i.e. if the Sox don't have the best record in the A.L., then this lands on Tito's non-uniform wearing ass.
Ordered a garden salad and buffalo wings (because I don't have enough fiber in my diet, so those two natural draino foods do the trick...too much info?)
Anyway, garden salad and 10 wings from Pete's. Other than being late, the wings were a combined hot and delicious and the salad - big enough for two people looking to crap their brains out the following day (TMI?) - had an assortment of fresh green peppers, onions, olives, carrots, and warm garlic bread croutons.
All for just under 12 bucks.
Large hot, skim/one sugar from Dunks? A buck-eighty.
Cost of living - probably comparable to Rhode Island.
Thumbnail economical plus/minus to moving to Delaware? 24 cents per day, times 365.
(A large s/1 s at DD is $2.04)
I found this last night, and it's a lot of fun to play with...here's
a message y'all.
Enjoy your day.