Trail Journal Entry 9

It is around 9:30 am. The man is at work and the kids at school and I am in the bedroom finally getting my butt in gear and getting dressed. The news channel is on the TV on low, I really need to cancel the cable this month, and it is a panel of political pundits as they call it discussing the week’s events.

I suddenly stop what I am doing because Iggy Pops song Wild Child is blasting from the stereo in the living room.

I'm a real wild one
An' I like a wild fun
In a world gone crazy
Everything seems hazy
I'm a wild one
Ooh yeah I'm a wild one

Gotta break it loose
Gonna keep 'em movin' wild
Gonna keep a swingin' baby
I'm a real wild child  

So I go storming out of the bedroom, in my underwear to see what the heck is going on. As soon as I get to the doorway to the living room and turn the corner it stops. The political pundits are still talking about whatever they talk about on the TV. Look over to the stereo and none of the lights was on, I hadn’t turned it on yet this morning. Look around the room, don’t see him, but I know he’s there. Then it dawned on me, the jerk. As I turned to go back into the bedroom and finish getting dressed I said, I happen to like that song, don’t know why you turned it off and you can stop watching me when I’m getting dressed, you jerk. Got dressed and spent most of the day outside. Not that that stops him from being a bug since he wanders around out there too but all the daytime noises in the neighbourhood drowns him out better.

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