THEY CALL ME MELLOW YELLOW

Joe rattled my chain again.

I don't know why even in my semi-retired state it seems like I can't find the time to write anything. It's not like Obama's antics aren't still perfect fodder for prose.

Life in the park and at my little lake shack has tempered my pen full of bitter ink, but here goes nothing anyway and I do mean nothing. Joe be careful what you ask for. I fear all you have done is awaken a sleeping giant jackass.

This summer has swept by like an Obama appointee dodging another scandal. The good part about that is getting loose ends taken care of in advance of my winter escape for the frozen tundra that is the Indiana winter weather.

Obama has been so successful in his attempt to save the planet from Global Warming that now the Earth is too cold! He needs to dial his efforts back a bit so that the Great Lakes don't totally freeze over again and Indiana winters aren't like Wisconsin.

One huge weight off my shoulders was getting rid of my rental house. Thanks to baby sis Rita, the up and coming real estate mogul, my house sold in 11 days and I got a really fair price for it! We closed on it last Thursday then went out and partied like rock stars.

I can only hope that my semi-retired state continues to be this good. I love my work at the park and living in the camper up on top of the hill there agrees with me as does staying here at the lake a short and beautiful 15 minute drive to the north.

About the lake shack/cabin/shed, I'm sure Al Gore would not be pleased to hear I'm no longer totally off the grid here. Yes Al I still do have the 12 volt system powered by batteries charged by solar panels. But as of last week I also have a hundred amps of magnificent whirling electrons whooshing to and fro in my cabin thanks to the good folks of REMC.

Getting on the grid is a real game changer here and will enable me to make this more of a home and less like a Unabomber hideout.

I'm still a little light in the Internet department but at least I do have some slower than I like free Wifi in the building next to where I park my camper.

I'm not sure how I can steal some Wifi when I get to Fort Myers but at least I will be able to steal some great food from baby sis! Glad she likes to cook!

As for tending to my meager blog I need to get more irate and deranged about the comings and goings in this crazy world we inhabit. I'm afraid my contentment has rendered me too mellow for my own good. It's like the episode of Star Trek when Kirk got split in half. One Kirk was all ISIS like and the other Kirk turned into a big pussy.

By the end of that episode Kirk learned that without the badass side of his personality his pussy side was as useless and inept as @$&&@&.

Pussy Kirk tracked down his Al queda self and held him tightly as he consoled himself telling badass Kirk that the two halves needed to be recombined to be a fully functional Star Fleet Captian.

So you see that there is a downside to living a simple but stress free life like I'm doing now. It's difficult for me to get worked up about things that I need to vent them on this blog. I guess my happy-with-life pussy side needs to find a way to hug it out with my old formally overworked, chronically divorced, grumpy landlord self.