Rats or Tangles


Since this Pandemic and the fact that Joy and I need to stay isolated, our hair has grown. I now have tangles in my hair, especially in the morning. They are also sometimes called rats. I understand that they used to sell rat combs or picks so a person could stack their hair up high and then smooth it out. Well again I have strayed from the topic, but not the ideas. My brain has rats in it or tangles which are becoming more obvious, at least to me, and probably everyone I talk to. The problem is that they are not thereby design, and I am unable to smooth them out so they are beautiful.
Because I am over sixty-five and have existing physical problems, I am told that when they start opening things, I am still in the red zone. It doesn’t matter what everyone else is on, I am stuck in limbo which is what I call our personal financial status right now. I think that it is really Venmo, but I don’t really understand it. I know that the money travels electronically, and then when it arrives, you need to wait a day or two to get it.
Maybe this will help
with the tangles
I haven’t been going swimming because of the virus and the only times I leave the house is to get the mail and newspaper. I have to admit that I have gone to Walmart a couple of times. Joy has ordered groceries, and we just drive up and they load them. I have also been to see the doctor, but that is pretty much it. It has been this way for me for a little over two months. Amy makes sure that we have groceries and so does Annalee, Joy’s sister.
Meanwhile my brain keeps getting more and more rats. They are multiplying. Maybe I can take some of the tangles and tie them up. I am complaining, but my life is really good. I have a wife that I love, children that I love and that are willing to forgive me for not keeping them safe from harm’s way, a home to live in, food, clothes and a TV with a remote. What more could I ask for? I’m pretty sure that I will never have the body I did when I was running river or the brain I had when I was in school, but I can still walk a little and think some. So, I will quit complaining and start a rat farm on top and inside my head.

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