Mercoledì.

I was driving down by the Nuova Lazio shops. A dickhead in a little truck came bursting out of his angle park because he knew I  had to stop - I was driving my daughter's little car that was no match for a well built little truck in a collision. I guess he would have killed me. I thought about him for a while. I wondered if he has other things besides his sturdy little truck that he uses to try to keep his self esteem high. Then I moved on with my life.

Yesterday I assembled these shelves.

My daughter, who is staying, has quite a bit of stuff and Shelley wanted it up off the floor. I assembled the one on the left first. They're made of metal. It was long, slow work with a few difficulties. Half way through I did pretty bad damage to one of my left hand fingers.

You can't really see it here.

I thought straight away, "Violin! Caprice No. 24!"

It bled like crazy and there was a big flap of skin that I had to press back into place. Fortunately I can still play the violin on this the 21st day of my project. The second shelving unit went together quite easily and it made me think about that caprice - things get easier with practice. 

That's probably a lesson that the dickhead in the little truck will never learn as he speeds through life saying, "Me, me, me!"

The Blessed Curmudgeon is still going on about his church. Robert (the lots of things) told him that he needs a Creed. I had to look the word up. It's 'a brief authoritative formula of religious belief'. Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! I stole that line from Mickey Mouse or Goofy or one of those Disney comic characters. 

A brief authoritative formula of religious belief sounds like something you're going to ram down someone else's throat. It's the belief bit that gets me. I mean, take what that dickhead in the little truck probably believes. I wouldn't mind betting that he talks a lot about his right to freedom. It makes me also think back to perverted dickheads like Brother Benedict.

He believed in a Creed and we used to have to read it and memorize it in his class. I remember that he had a very short fuse and would pull out his cane at the slightest displeasure. We kept our heads down and read his silly Creed.

"I believe in God, the Father Almighty, maker of Heaven and Earth, and all things visible and invisible..."

I suspect that The Blessed Curmudgeon could come up with a better Creed.

The Blessed Curmudgeon 
growing his hair long to 
look more like Jesus.

Well, it's time for violin practice. Sheesh! to that.*

* Sheesh!, along with its exclamation mark, takes the place of Amen so no capital letter is needed on the 'to'.