Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Wednesday, June 10
Boy, today got off to a lousy start, with less than three hours of sleep (see Sleep Log below).
I do not sleep well away from home…Recall on New Year’s Night I was in the big city and dinner and a couple of drinks (pretty good Scotch) and got three hours of sleep despite needing/wanting more and ended up heading home at oh-dark-thirty…I blamed the booze and wrote it off as a concession to old age…Big wow…I seldom drink and can take booze or leave it…It’s not all that important, like the Mexican joint in the next county is important…However, now I’m wondering if I simply am so spoiled that I merely dislike being away from The Shire and that I am not going to sleep well whether or not I enjoy a cocktail or not…I’m thinking of field testing this, but it’s hardly important enuff to worry about.
Editor’s Note: over the years Sparrow has referred to the political party he belongs to as the Minor Party. Henceforth, it will be referred to as the All-American Party.
I was thinking about this at the All-American Party gathering I spoke at Tuesday night because the hosts Kevin and Melissa had an admirable bar, chock full of lots of goodies, including premium labels of my favorite brand, Johnnie Walker, possessing not only their black label but also their top-of-line blue, which I’ve never had…I didn’t indulge tho, because I was driving but since it turned out I didn’t sleep well anyway, perhaps it was a missed opportunity.
(Pa Sparrow always got a bottle of their red label from a client at work every Christmas and over the course of the year its level would start to drop…Initially wrote this off to Grandpa, tho later we were obliged to admit that my late brother was taking a nip from time to time, too.)
Anyway, I laid still for a while hoping I would get back to sleep…I was sleepy and yawning, so this was hardly unreasonable but no, that was all there was for me, so I got up and made some in-room coffee, dove in on the morning project work and was on the road by 0500.
Originally, the plan was to take the day off from the veterans service office (VSO) but hell, I know me and there wouldn’t be any sleep till late afternoon or evening anyway, and I thought let’s save the PTO so I reported for duty about 0900 and passed a routine day…I did file Scott’s appeal…Recall he is appealing the VA saying his foot injury isn’t service-connected, a reasonable ruling because he hadn’t sought treatment of it at the time…He was in Afghanistan and the nearest medical facility was a long way off…Recall I had asked him if a buddy could produce a statement and one did, the actual medic who treated, who produced a sworn statement written at the time of the incident.
I also did some research on the sunglasses I got at Tuesday’s gathering…Recall they had been left at Kevin and Melissa’s house and they looked pretty sharp, so I threw a few bucks into the kitty and claimed them…I was curious because while I’m hardly Mr Shades but on the drive home it was apparent to even a square like me that they were quality gear and my research showed a pair usually retails for over $200, so I got a pretty good deal while some loser is being blinded on the roads now.
I had an email from the initial contact from the inheritance scam, Leon, waiting for me at the VSO, too, asking if I had made arrangements to go to Austria to claim the $850,000 inheritance Edward Sparrow had left for me…I told him no, that I wouldn’t be coming because I suspected this was merely an attempt to get $1,750 out of me…As of knockoff time, I still hadn’t heard back from him.
I got a phone call from a reporter from a paper in a town south of here, too, a young lady assigned to profile the candidates for the All-American Party’s US Senate nomination…I told her anytime Thursday would be good and she said how about 1230 and I said wonderful.
I got home at the usual Wednesday time, dead tired but happy to be back even tho I hadn’t been gone all that long…The first thing I did was check in on the robins and I suspect the eggs might finally have hatched…I don’t know tho…I dare not get too close to the nest, but it was plain mommy robin wasn’t in residence and I could have sworn I saw a beak sticking up, waiting for food…I couldn’t be sure, tho, but there was a robin perched on the lawnmower handle with a worm in its beak wondering what the hell I was going to do and I saw another robin on the lawn looking for a worm, too, which seems to settle it, but what do I know???
The cat, plainly starving, actually got up from her spot on the new chair and met me at the front the door, letting it be known she was in dire need of a canned yummy issue…And in a rarity on par with planetary alignment, I actually unpacked instead of tossing my bag on the couch and leaving it for a couple of days…I sat in the new chair and went thru the motions of reading a few pages before the futility of that became apparent and I went to bed, happy to be back even tho I’d only been gone one night.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 2300 Tuesday until 0130 Wednesday…A lousy sleep session…See above.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
Let’s be friends. Follow me on Facebook.
