John Corson's Blog

for February 16, 2021


Tuesday's are always long days for me. As anyone who reads my Tuesday rants knows I have a lot of things to do at the church office on Tuesdays. You may have noticed that from time to time I skip publishing a rant on Tuesday. That is because when I get home in the evening I just am too tired to go on a tirade.

I am too tired right now, nut I also don't feel the need to gripe or complain either. All in all it has been a good day. It was also payday and that goes a long way to making me happy. That is beside the point as every other Tuesday is payday for me and yet, it is always a day full of responsibilities and clutter. When I don't feel the need to vent I also don't have the urge to write much either or tell you and the other 3 readers of my blog how my day was.

That brings me to an observation. It has been my experience as well as the experience of my family, my extended family and my distant family and friends that when someone comes home from a long day at work the first question is never "What would you like for dinner?" or "Are we going somewhere or doing something this evening?" Nor is it, "Do you have any money?" The first question, mind you, the first words out of one's mouth is: "How was your day?" The person who asks it expects a one or two work answer. Mine today to Janice (who worked early today and was home when I arrived) was "Busy." Sometimes it is "Not bad." A few times it is "Crappy." And once in a while I simply shrug my shoulders. Today, like just about every Tuesday is just "busy." I never bore her with details and she, like me, would never listen beyond the second word. Neither she nor I are accustomed to listen after two words. I once listened to a whole sentence and then turned my attention to the weather which was one TV at the time. I always turn my attention elsewhere for I know she won't listen to me when I go off, so why would she expect me to do any different?

This leads me to saying that I think both Janice and I are really in tune with each other. She knows that she shouldn't ask me to do something or to start a conversation of any detail for the first fifteen minutes after arriving home. Most men just want to collapse in a chair for a few minutes and vegetate. That is certainly the case with me. Janice, on the other hand, wants to change her clothes and immediately jump in to cooking dinner, or making plans to order carry out or even get outside and so some yard work. That was what she was doing when I arrived home this afternoon. She was picking up sticks and small debris that fell off of the trees during the night last night due to powerful storms that came ripping through between 1:00 and 3:30 AM. Janice loves to jump in and DO SOMETHING immediately after arriving home. I just want to be LEFT ALONE! We understand that of each other. She does things, I sit on my dead butt. Just give me 15 to 20 minutes! That's all!

I spent the last twenty minutes penning these words. Now she is outside my home door with her hands on her hips (which usually means "Get up off your butt and do something). So I am going to sign off now. It turns out she wants me to go down and pick up some Chinese food and bring it home. There is no telling what she has planned for me after we eat, but it certainly won't be to sit back down on my rear-end and compose more words.

Until tomorrow (when she won't be around to bark out orders)....

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Blogs are about the blogger. It's as if he or she merely toots their own horns about the things they do, say and love.

My life is boring. I read, I watch Glenn Beck and Mark Levin. I listen to Andrew Wilkow. I engage in some conversation with those who are willing to listen (they being masochistic and enjoy killing themselves with my banter).

I plan on just laying out the things that bother me and the things I love. Nothing in-between. I hope you find whatever I put here amusing.