Chaos in concert

Holiday afternoon, the weekend is winding down been sleeping most of the weekend and now the people begin to show up. It is like that around our house, our friends come and go frequently. Normally it is all good but recently I have noticed a tolerance deficiency in myself.

Let me explain, here is the scenario, 2 small boys ages 7 and 12 one roommate age 45 one roommate age 53 one wife and me. Add two friends then add in an extremely drunk neighbor and friend of 40 years plus her husband. There is how it starts soon another good friend shows up and just after that the father of the two boys shows up too.

I am sitting at my desk and can tell that the barbque is just about ready and if I don't get it the wife will. Out to the kitchen to cut up the ribs, all the while the drunk neighbor is rattling off some thing I can not understand, nor do I want to. Her husband is standing quietly alone on the patio he is always quiet and intoxicated. Another friend is questioning everyone on why is there a memorial day and a veterans days. He asks everyone at least 4 times why this is so, he is also very loud about it.

The drunk rambles on.
The coals are too hot, the ribs are cut, the potatoe salad is on the table and the corn is done.
The table is set with paper plates and platic ware there is a fire going in pot belly stove out side. Kids are running around roommates are busy, wife is running around playing with the kids.
Friend has expectations of playing music. Others want drinks kids want koolaid, one of the kids has his hands inside the aquairium and is playing with the fish.

I can not find a plate large enough for the ribs, need two, can't find the wife, the drunk rambles on.
I am thinking about my nice quiet office.
Ribs on the barbque then onto the table everyone is quiet, except the drunk, for the meal moment. The drunk, love her, makes so much noise while eating it drives me from the table.

The homeless pair eat and leave the roommates eat and go hide, the drunk and the hubby eat and go home the boys thier dad and my wife sit in front of the TV. I leave.

When I get back the place is quiet and the holiday is over. I am sure thankful for holidays and paydays.

Virtually everything, really.

Friday before the three day'er, is that a word 'dayer'. People running around finiallizing plans for the weekend, some already gone having taken an extra day to extend the joy out to four days. I want to be really sarcasict here commenting on the joy of spending time away from work with the special people in life but I will restrain myself.

I like to group people into categories by what they do and in my little group of peers there are the 'desert rats', this is probably the most populas of all groups and the most gregarious and fun. Then we have the home folks, the hard working family oriented TV watching americans. Good people really just not a lot of anything going on.

The last section of the population really fit no common mold, they can be students, or managers, the are the custodians of the wild side. Now these folks are fun but a bit unstable and possibly even dangerous to your sanity.

Half way into the morning before the 'big' weekend and chaos has got its claws into virtually everything. I believe that with as much effort as most workers put in on the day before a holiday would be reason to make the holiday one day longer. Business would save money and it would be a great contribution to the carbon footprint. Think how much energy is consumed on the Friday before a weekend in comparison to the normal eight hour ROI the difference would justify the time off.

Myself, well I most likely will get a little more of nothing done. I mean I don't suppose I have more than 20 years left on this rock so if I could just get nothing done before I go I would go happy.

On the way

On the way to work, as the multitudes of people in their fast cars zipped by me, I thought that it all seems so undoing. That is as a child we grow, and look to the future with the thought that we have so much time before us. That certainly prooved to be a falsehood. Then for a period of time we believe that we have no regrets for the time gone by and once again we are saddly mistaken.

Before we know it we are upon a cusp where most of our years are spent and we have less left than we have had already. It can be difficult to find the joy in that fact so I believe that I will find joy in the fact that I just made some idiot miss his light and he is still back there flipping me the bird as I drive away.