Writing by the Pound!

by Pa Rock
Talented Typist

This is Wednesday, the 16th of June in the year 2010. I am once again sitting at the keyboard banging out a blog post while my faithful orange cat, Scroungy Bastard, snoozes on my writing table next to the computer. We seem to offer each other some strange type of comfort, and I am more than a little conflicted about leaving him here in a couple of weeks when I fly off to Okinawa to begin the next phase of my life. I think that we will miss each other.

But I won't miss Arizona.

The movers will be here in three trips - this coming Friday, Monday, and Wednesday - for my paltry amount of stuff. It is then that Scroungy will know for sure that something is up. He and I will live in a fairly empty trailer until I pack up and leave in the early morning darkness of July 21st.

If you know anyone in Hellizona, please call them - preferably crying - and encourage them to give my kitty a nice home.

My poor crunched car is still sitting under the carport gathering desert dust. That is especially bad because I am trying to sell the trailer, and the wrecked car sitting by my domicile just strengthens the "trailer trash" stereotype.

The fellow that hit me was given three tickets - he was totally at fault - and his insurance company - Farmers Insurance - is stalling on doing anything. Yesterday after a particularly maddening call from their adjuster, I gave up and turned the matter over to my insurance company - State Farm. It's been over three weeks since the wreck happened, and Farmers Insurance still has not even ordered the police report - a report that totally exonerates me. The lady who called yesterday said that she is still working on her decision in the matter. "Her" decision! Why the hell do we have police if their observations and reports carry no weight?

Farmers Insurance sucks - it really, really sucks! Please tell all of your friends and neighbors that Pa Rock said so!

As if the cake needed more frosting, today has been one of the craziest days of my lengthening social work career. The bat shit was coming down in torrents!

All of that and quite a bit more is what's happening in my life.

And then there is this:

This is my 1,000th post in Pa Rock's Ramble. This blog began on November 4th, 2007, with a small commentary on why I was supporting Barack Obama for President. One year later, to the day, he was elected. Therefore, I am taking credit for his election to the highest office in the land!

Since that post I have written on a variety of topics (mostly rants), posted some fiction and really bad poetry, did some biographies of old friends, dusted off some old college writings, and posted a few letters to my oldest grandson. My postings have taken place from shipboard on the high seas, several islands, San Antonio, New York City, Ft. Liqurodale, and every state between Arizona and Missouri. It's been an eclectic and hard-fought effort, and, like the cat, strangely comforting.

Although I have only been on Twitter for the past several months, tonight will also mark the posting of my 1,000th tweet.

History can be cruel. If poor Shakespeare would have had a laptop and known how to type - he could have been as prolific as me!

And I keep on typing - I'm not proud, or tired...