Weather: 30’s.
Looks like we are hanging around the 30’s for the next week. It’s probably for the best though, a nice slower melt means more water going into the ground instead of just running off. I guess that is just a way for me to try and convince myself 30’s is better than 60’s right now. It’s not working though.
Patty staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy,
Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs
bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the
banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey
bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Patty sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the
hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to
quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he
could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way
to bed.
In the morning, Patty woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and
Kathleen staring at him from across the room.
She said, “You were drunk again last night weren’t you?”
Patty said, “Why you say such a mean thing?”
“Well,” Kathleen said, “it could be the open front door, it could be the broken
glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing
through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly…..it’s all those
Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
