football

I was just checking the weather report for my little town.

Weather for Carpinteria, CA 93013
53°F
Cloudy
Wind: E at 4 mph
Humidity: 93%
Mon
Partly Sunny
62°F | 45°F
Tue
Rain
62°F | 47°F
Wed
Chance of Showers
58°F | 45°F
Thu
Chance of Rain
64°F | 43°F

If humidity is 93%, how come my skin feels like an old deflated football, out in the back corner of Grandpa’s tool shed, in the dust and cobwebs behind a rusted post hole digger and a lawn sprayer half full of 20 year old pesticide?

Hmm? I took a warm bath this evening in copious epsom salt, while perusing an issue of Poetry. That usually helps. The salt, not the poetry. And I’m using this lotion I absconded with, from a Red Lion Inn somewhere up the San Joaquin Valley last year. Well, those are complimentary right?

I need to drink more water maybe.

“He said war was too important to be left to the generals. When he said that, 50 years ago, he might have been right. But today, war is too important to be left to politicians. They have neither the time, the training, nor the inclination for strategic thought. I can no longer sit back and allow Communist infiltration, Communist indoctrination, Communist subversion and the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.”
— Gen. Jack D. Ripper

2 thoughts on “football

  1. Got salt water in my veins, for truth, Matey. I were whelped on this craggy shore like a sea lion pup. No landlubber, I, aye? … OK, now I gotta pull down Moby Dick, or The Shipping News, and set sail. arr.

  2. So, Kyle, do I read this post as telling us that you’re soaking up epsom salts as a substitute for bodily fluids? Or are they your bodily fluids? Or have you been watching reruns of Strangelove too many times?

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