It’s not what you’re thinking. I didn’t pee myself, although I have peed and will continue to pee throughout the day into a proper toilet as I write this. However, I don’t want you to get the impression that I’m writing this as I pee. That would be awkward, standing there with laptop in one hand and my dingle in the other. How would I type? Maybe with my nose, but that would surely result in a mess on the floor. And surely Shirley, my wife, would be upset. Suffice to say that I take breaks while writing to go and pee. In retrospect, I should have chosen a different title for this post.
Anyway, I have PEED – Post Ecliptical Experience Depression. I didn’t drive the 2+ hours to get into the center of the recent eclipse‘s path in order to get the full effect, and now I regret it. Friends did, and they tell me it was dark, eerie, and magnificent. I figured that at 93% coverage by me, it would be magnificent enough for someone of my ilk. I remembered the 2017 eclipse being dark and eerie. Maybe it was cloudier that day. Wasn’t it always a bit cloudier when Trump was in office? It was a perfectly sunny day for the eclipse a week ago, and the result of the eclipse out by me is that it got slightly darker and cooler. That’s it. A big nothing. I hate that the Trump eclipse was more memorable to me. Thanks, Obama.
But my PEED has slowly faded as some good things happened over the course of the past week, and I feel I can write again. Here’s what has helped me out of my PEED.
A killer died. I would have been even happier if Norm Macdonald was still around to opine on OJ Simpson’s death, but we always have Norm’s commentary memorialized from years ago.
My all-time favorite comment comes at the 1:56 mark of the video. In case you don’t like to YouTube, here is the transcript.
“In his book, OJ Simpson says that he would have taken a bullet or stood in front of a train for Nicole. Man, I’m gonna tell you that’s some bad luck when the one guy who would’ve died for you kills you.”
And speaking of criminals, Donald Trump is actually in a courtroom at a criminal trial where he is the defendant. His time of reckoning has begun. I doubt the future felon will actually serve time in prison as a result of this trial, but wouldn’t it be great to see him cleaning trash from the side of the road as part of his sentence of 1 million hours of community service?
It has also done my heart good to see Trump’s Truth Social stock plummet. He’ll still make millions if it drops all the way to $1 per share, but I prefer to think of how he’s already lost billions. The Washington Post best be ready to update Trump’s bankruptcy total when Truth Social finally goes under.
Speaking of businesses, my accountant somehow made sense of my business records and successfully finished my tax return in time. Somehow, my business has made it 17 years without a bankruptcy.
My wife dragged me to see a movie titled Cabrini in lieu of church Sunday morning. No, the movie wasn’t so moving that it made me cry. I got a piece of popcorn in my eye. That’s it. I swear it. It happens. Here’s proof.
Popcorn or not, I recommend you see the movie, and I’m not even Catholic.
So, my PEED is dissipating enough for me to write again. In fact, I’m writing a poem for this contest that ends Wednesday. Sorry for the short notice, but I know you can write a poem in a day. I’ll get you started.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Jim thinks he can write
But we know that’s not true
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 