Blame The Cold Medicine For Incoherent Column

January 10, 2019

Writing this column is sometimes a chore. I awaken real early each week, when I thought my thought process is at its best, to begin putting words on paper. Often words flow without much effort, but once in a while, prose is hard to come by. This is one of those instances.

I wonder why? Maybe it’s because I’m rapidly approaching another birthday milestone. They say the older you get the more

Mike Wilcox Mike's Musings Columnist

Mike Wilcox
Mike’s Musings Columnist

difficult it is to write intelligently. It doesn’t help today that my insides are coated with three types of cold medicine, yet I still feel like a zombie. It doesn’t help that it’s 5 a.m. and I’ve already had a full pot a coffee and my hands are shaking to the point I have trouble finding the right letters on my keyboard.

But back to a subject I could write about. I decided to look at previous columns- maybe one from a year ago will give me an idea. As I’m reading a column from January 2018, I nearly fall out of my chair. The topic is the government shutdown, or at least threat of. Here we are a year later and the same problem exists. I wonder if presidents and Congress will ever get along, and then decide that topic isn’t what readers want to hear.

I heard yesterday that one of my editors was having problems at home. When I went to discuss it with him, it wasn’t spouse problems, but problems with pets. It seems the family dog had killed two parrots, and two bunnies that the family had inside their home. Occasionally the wife or daughter would let the parrots fly free and the bunnies wander portions of the house. Well the dog found them to be easy prey and soon they were dead prey.

Needless to say the dog was sent elsewhere and the family replaced the dead animals with new parrots and bunnies. Now they worry about the family cat that is lurking near the new pets, maybe wanting a piece of an expensive parrot.

I think about the county workers in one of the jurisdiction my newspapers cover. They didn’t receive paychecks last week because of a computer glitch. From what I’m told the payroll computer had been down for several days. I’m thinking if I were in charge, I would have made sure those employees were paid, even if the paychecks had to be handwritten.

But so it goes in rural counties. The prosecutor in another county we cover, complained that the federal shutdown didn’t allow her to receive a computer coming from Canada, so that they could begin an all-important grant program. Again one wonders if the government shutdown is simply an excuse for local government not having their ducks in a row.

None of us are perfect. We all make mistakes. Heck yesterday one of my employees was chewed out royally for a mistake I had made. I had not published a Notice to Creditors that have been emailed by an attorney. Four months later he noticed it had not been published, and boy did he have some choice words for the employee who unfortunately answered the phone.

If it appears I’m rambling, I guess I am. It happens when old age besets upon you, rambling is a normal course of business. Did I tell you this topsy turvy weather has made me feel like my head is going to explode at any minute? Even the off-the-shelf various medicines I pour down my throat are having little effect. My head might as well be a bowling ball rolling down the alley towards a strike, or in my case a split. As soon as the ball hits those pins you hear the exploding sound. It’s an awesome sound when all ten pins drop, but when is your head, ugh, you just want to curl up and fall in to a deep sleep.

But hey I only have 10 more hours before work is done. I can do this, or so my mind is telling me I can. How much you wanna bet I’m home in bed before the clock strikes 12?

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