Open On Monday

Everyone’s gone missing. The streets seem to be rolled up. Kids are out of school. Santa’s coming.
Walmart and Denny’s are full. They ain’t nobody’s fool.
Must be a lemming thing — everybody else is going that way.
Seems like an opportunity to make a killing if nobody else is open but you are. Except that — nobody that is looking for something that is open is looking for something to be open on Monday because they’ve been conditioned too and they also stay off of the rolled-up roads except the roads that go to Walmart and Denny’s on Mondays.
It would seem that if someone loves something enough, having Christmas off, or Mondays, would be a good excuse to do that thing they love. Maybe they don’t love it like they say they do and they’re just in it to win it or make a lot of money.
Vlog, Blog and Facebook heroes have closed shop except to say, “Have a Merry Whatever” as they look back while running to get away until the new year comes and they are expected back to promote their new adventure for new moneymaking.
Where is everyone when you need them the most — like lonely-making holidays and Mondays.
Do it every day. Every day do it if you love it. Especially if you’ve made money doing it because you’ve made that money because of others and those others might not be on vacation. Some fans quit a thing that leaves them.
That’s one reason holidays are depressing because anyone that does have family and/or friends goes in and leaves all the lonely ones who don’t alone, out in the cold, on their own — looking for the fix that kept them going — watching how others do to get some inspiration. There is probably a huge market for off-market drugs Christmases and Mondays.
It might just be the right time to figure out exactly how to be alone any day, but especially on Christmases and Mondays because that is a practice that might just save you — especially from yourself and all the complications of a brain that doesn’t have a place to project the thoughts upon — they stay in the brain instead and try to cause a lot of havoc. Practice, practice, practice getting good at doing any holiday or Monday all alone. Or any day for that matter and then friends and family coming by will be a bonus and wonderful surprise and light up the sky and then you’ll have that kind of havoc to try to manage.
Just imagine the havoc it would create if Santa decided to not show up for Christmas because it fell on Monday.


Even Broken Clocks

Well one does, forget things. The coffee in the mug was hot — so by all accounts, it had just been filled but the memory was like driving home in a drunken black-out funk — in this case though, not much could have been hurt, shuffling to the pot and back.

Things were breaking down, the house too — water seeping in from the roof, doors leaving their jams, hot or cold air creeping in through every crack and crevice with no account to fix the things — at least not everything. This or that, here or there, but most things were useless to bother with since, quite frankly, it would be better to raze the thing and just start over from the beginning.

Great Uncle Larry had made a fortune not fixing anything in or on any of the many properties that all the ladies who had liked him left him and some that he had bought himself. Uncle Larry was a gay man and old ladies seem to love gay men.

So, possibly the best way to handle things is to let the house fall down upon itself and by the time that there are too many students at the school across the street, they might want to pay a fortune just to have the land — why bother throwing money in a pit. The only thing that seems to have any value in the world at all is something that is real, like a residence estate or the land that it is on.

All other opportunities, riddled with far too much complexing — if this, if that, when this, when that, by then, if ever — suggest that one buy, buy, buy something, anything but especially, and if you want to get rich, buy something that will hold its own — whatever that might be. Some less then one percent able to and they had it rigged for their and only their surety.

The millionaire distant uncle’s own second cousin had been swindled out of all of her gold in the blink of her negligent broker’s, possibly blacked-out funky eye by some Hunt brothers pushing things into corners — all of them full members of the surety rigging team. Gambling it really is. Distant uncle didn’t gamble.

“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency..”, said Thomas Jefferson — but even broken clocks are right twice in every day and he was wrong on some accounts.

It seemed that he’d been right this time and that Americans might be doomed on the continent their father’s had conquered.

She found herself happy that, and even though sometime she wished she didn’t, she still had all her dolls and her doll’s clothes and they were all able to keep from getting too wet, too cold, too hot and that they weren’t all out in streets with no roof at all covering their real and plastic heads.

“If a country starts out in conquer mode, what should it expect?” she pondered.

If inflation and deflation and banks and corporations could work to take her things away, she would work to have nothing that they would likely want — probably not her dolls. That made her happy to think about — how to fix the fixers.

even broken clocks