Like the first day…
Blackbird has spoken,
Like the first bird…
Actually, we don’t have blackbirds here in the lovely Sonoran desert. We have telephone solicitors.
The ba*tards start calling you as dawn cracks. Ringy-dingy-dingy Ringy dingy dingy ringy…. If you have any fantasy about sleeping in, fuhgeddaboudit!
We’re told phone soliciting is a prison industry. Apparently, a large portion of these nuisance phone calls are coming from convicts, placed from inside local and regional prisons. Makes you wanna just hurry right out and buy whatever they’re peddling, right?
I used to blast a horn into the phone whenever the ba*tards would jangle me up. Now…well..that seems like more trouble than it’s worth. And really: if the job is being done by people who are forced to it by their prison guards, I suppose it’s not every nice to try to blow out their eardrums.
I suppose.
On the other hand, it’s not very nice to jangle me out of bed by dawn’s early light, either.
I’d disconnect the phone at night, if I felt safe doing so. But…I don’t. I’m here by myself, and if anything happens that I need to call 911, then…yeah: I’ll NEED to call 911. Now, not after fiddling indefinitely with the damn phone.
What a gorgeous morning!!
Guess Ruby and I had better head out on our morning walk, before the day heats up. And so…
A-WAAAAYYY