It's Saturday *

I am of a strange mindset, a haze of unhatched thought, , dragging the bedcovers again they fall at last, into the usual heap while I splash tepid water, briefly watching those familiar age spots lipofuchsin in relentless mockery, a bit of post-alcoholic tremor, the duo of acrylic teeth bathing in the glass Grandma brought from overseas, a Dresden gift, you'll get homesick she said, as she placed a complete set of Dresden China, an oxymoron I said casually, hating it when she, rare visitor, takes over the place, ignoring the little woman, who was after all my choice, and not the grandest, kids like her though and gain one kilo easily, chocolate named Sarotti, cooking with huge scoops of cream, funny how the General seems just to wander, inspecting gardens, nearby forests and the woodshed, roles reversed, methinks, perhaps in time he will resume command, with booming voice, further enhanced due to a real loss of hearing normal sound, no hearing aid, of course, way too newfangled, and reading lips with budding cataracts life has been kind to both, though God forbid, bad omens kill the bold, it is well known, oh, yes, just four more sleeps until, cab-over camper is in place, supreme in tank, two months will be a real test for all, as the old culture settles in like morning mist that stays all day and through each night. No mother, Fritz will stay outside, his house withstands the wildest storms, three inches of the Weyerhauser foam with silver foil, this is the country, Dad, we need protection form all predators, and skunks, opossums and the mountain lions, older ones come down from snowy hills to get some food, perhaps a hen or wiener pigs unguarded in the barn. No going out to pee, mon General, a real risk we'd have to soak your sorry ass for two whole days in plain tomato juice, it works, but takes its time, last year, Thanksgiving night we had one down below, beneath the laundry floor, the fumes welled up and universal nausea took hold, long past the sound of 12 gauge Remington, a double blast the place plain reeked for endless weeks. The gadget says 2 minutes, then recharge, seems logical and whitens aging teeth, should trim the whiskers, maybe not, more gray than pigment, curling too, wife hates it so, don't like her wrinkles much nor rolls of lard that seem to have erupted from a growing arse, expanding, as she says, through estrogen and change, well I'll be damned my friend, it's Saturday. Back, dragging covers back to bed, a tangled mess another hour would be wonderful, it seems.