Vacation's over...back to writing

I took a vacation? Why am I always the last to know?

No, I didn't take a vacation. I can't afford to go anywhere or do anything. And besides, these days I barely have enough energy to walk outside and get my newspapers. But we'll save all of that for another post.

Word of warning: this post may be a bit...rambly. Yes, that's one of my patent-pending terms. As defined in the dictioneric:

rambly [RAM blee] adj. Having the characteristic of rambling, as in wandering all over the place topicwise while writing and making little or no sense.

The...dictioneric. Sounds pretty Erical, huh? And "rambly" and "topicwise" weren't too far behind that one. I have referred to myself as a wordsmith three or 17 times. Perhaps that's true.

My reference to taking a vacation comes from the fact that I haven't written anything for awhile. Somehow, September came and went without a single post. I attribute that to the fact that I've been feeling poorly as of late. Well, everyone knows that my health is on the "eh" side and slipping further toward the down side of things. But this post isn't about my health. I've already written about that, and everyone who knows me knows that. The armchair physicians in my life have advised me from here to unfinity (yes, that's also an Eric word) as to how to deal with my issues. Some advice I've tried (and it didn't work), and some just didn't seem right. It's time for a visit to the doctor. A real one.

On sort of a side note, I may have mentioned that, given my body's reaction as of late to being dragged aboard my beloved roller coaster rides, I had doubts as to whether to renew my Six Flags season pass for 2020. Well, I decided that it would be better to have a valid pass should I feel up to going than to not have one. So I bit the bullet and renewed. In fact, my sister Barbara and I had to visit Six Flags Magic Mountain in order to get our 2020 passes processed, so we made a day of it.

I did survive a few rides aboard those gravity-powered contraptions. My ride on Twisted Colossus was the first of the year, and was most uncomfortable. I know that my weight is on the rise (not good, and I know that), but I was bordering on having to take the Walk of Shame™. Instead, I sucked in the ol' gut and they got the bar to the safe zone and I rode. It was very, very tight and I almost couldn't wait for the ride to be over. It's a rare moment when I can't wait for a coaster ride to be over. But it's also a sign that a few changes in my life need to be made. Getting back to work would be a good start, but laying off the snacks and putting some miles on the Reeboks would be a good thing, too. Even a couple of laps around the block would help. One lap around our block is a half-mile. Two or three laps a day would be a great start.

Keeping the rambly theme going, I managed to work a casino job last month. It was good to get back behind the roulette table and take money from innocent, unsuspecting players. I also got to breathe a sigh of relief in that I did not get booted from the casino crew. I've had a feeling that I forgot about a job earlier this year, so I didn't show up, causing Sean to relieve me of my duties as croupier. At the party, I spoke with him and told him about how I was almost panicked about that. Sean smiled and even laughed a little. I guess the fact that I was working a party was a good indicator that I am still on the crew. Losing a 23-year side gig would indeed be "croupy." I know, bad joke. But it was hysterical. Get it?

One can write, and one can ramble. I've done plenty of each in this post. Remember that this month marks ten years of my planet's existence and I plan to commemorate it with a post of some kind. Stay tuned...