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I think the world really is coming to an end.

I like talking to people. I am friendly. People are friendly back. And sometimes they are just a little weird.

Like on a Friday at the end of the month.

Is there a full moon or something out there?

Maybe the world really is coming to an end …

In a nutshell, I have been spending the day finishing up my bedroom here. It is pretty much finished … and yes I do have before and after pictures … which I will probably post tomorrow.

The idea is now to have as much of the house done by the time my sixtieth birthday hits.

Next Thursday.

So I am spending all the dwindling hours of my fifties making my house a thing of … well, maybe not beauty … but definitely something that you would be comfortable visiting or living in.

Now I’m not the biggest proponent of the Mayan tradition, but it is looking more and more like they might just have something with this end of the world thing going on.

First … I got involved with someone last year that I had wanted to be involved with since … well lets just say for a very, very long time. And despite the fact that it did not work out the way I would have liked, the chances of it having happened at all were slim to none.

As in this would only happen if the world were coming to an end.

Then there is the fact that my house is almost completely clean and redone on the inside. This after having lived with a hoarder for the better part of two decades. And suffice it to say that I am not Martha Stewart or Betty Crocker. So the chances of this house cleaning thing ever happening are slim to none.

Theres that end of world thing again.

All my life folks have been telling me to try being a voice on the radio. All my life I have been afraid to try it … or at least I have not made an effort to do it. Tonight I got an email from the NPR station with my latest rotation / schedule and the message to everyone to welcome me as the newest “official” person. And I am enjoying it more than I have enjoyed anything for quite a while. I like how my voice sounds on the radio, even if I am not the worlds best. What were the chances of that happening?

About the same as the world coming to an end.

Then there is this writing thing I have been doing. Never tried it before. Well, not officially. And I like it. And there are even a few folks who say I have a bit of talent in writing. The chances of a geek turning to writing this late in life?

Well, what are the chances of the Mayan thing happening?

And last we have the people today … more specifically tonight.

Did a quick run to pick up a few things for the bedroom. First in the Dollar Store for some cleaning supplies. When I asked for something else, the gal who always waits on me started to say … jokingly … “Man you are really a lot of trouble aren’t you?”

To which I responded “You better believe it … and you had better get used to it.”

At this point people started to stare … wondering who was being ruder … and why.  We kept it up walking through the store till I got back to the counter … at which point we both burst into laughter … to the relief of the customers.

Later at the local department store, I decided to sit for a few moments while Linda attended to some business with an old friend.

As I waited, a middle-aged man was walking around talking … to the item in his hand.

A digital thermometer.

Then he suddenly looked up directly at me. “So what do you think?” he asked.

Waiting for a reply he patiently stood there. So I asked “What do I think about what?”

And was given a detailed description of what the thermometer did and did not do … how it had a picture of a girl with varying clothes based on the temperature … how he really wanted one that told him whether it would rain … how the one he already had at home told him whether it would rain … how he didn’t know whether he should get this one … how they told him he could bring it back if he wanted … and on and on and on.

Was it something I said?

Then when Linda was done with her chat, we went to another department where she asked what I might want for a birthday gift. I insisted nothing was needed … that all the help on the house had been amazing enough.

And as she asked the man behind the counter for help, he made a joke … said I didn’t look like I would be turning sixty … and launched into some kind of discussion about how looking at me made him think of the theatre … and he led into it with the comment:

Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka

Said it was what he thought of when he looked at me.

Seriously?

End of the world.

Either that or I was in the wrong line today when they were passing out the Kool-Aid.

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