February 17th, 2015

hindenburg

Blown Monday

Long afternoon and evening naps are a drag, but sleeping from six o'clock until almost midnight is a disaster. Even though it was probably the best sleep I've had in weeks, there is now the problem of what to do with the rest of the night, and the question of what will become of tomorrow. I had plans, but now they're pretty much screwed. I used to do this sort of stupid thing when I was nineteen, but then I had more energy to deal with the consequences. The likelihood of my having a second childhood is something I've come to terms with, but the prospect of a second adolescence fills me with dread. I only hope I don't get stupid enough to wear those skinny pants again.

Because I slept through the evening I had to take the wheelie bins out at midnight. Monday having been a holiday, the trash pickup today will probably be earlier than usual and I don't want to miss it. Having trash in the bin for two weeks is a thing I don't want to happen. The thought of it sitting there rotting creeps me out. Once it's been hauled off to the landfill I can forget about it, at least until the mutant vermin that probably will develop there overrun the world. Better that they develop in the landfill than in my yard, though.

Perhaps it's only the lateness of the hour, but the frogs seem to be much quieter tonight, which means there are probably fewer of them. It could be the drying of their stream, of course, but I'd rather not contemplate that. It's inevitable that it will dry, but now is much too soon. I had hoped to have them around for several weeks, but the weather forecast does not look good for them. Even though the days are supposed to get a bit cooler, not a drop of rain is predicted. Even the cooling will be slight, and the days will continue to be in the high sixties and the nights in the mid forties. I might as well be in Los Angeles, where I could at least go out and get a decent hamburger.

Despite all the sleep I got I still lack energy. I think I'll go veg out in front of the TV. I have to think about eating something, too, since I slept through dinner. I hope everybody had a nice Presidents Day. I never got to K-mart, so I don't know if there was a sale or not. My brain is scattering. Time to shut up.
caillebotte_the orangerie

Forget It

Today I managed to get a few things done, but it was only a dent in my list. I'd like to get everything done soon, as the weather has turned so springlike, and in spring I like to be listless (see what I did there?) One of the things I did was one I'd rather not have had to do— I watered some of the plants. It's way to early to be irrigating, but the ground has given up so much of the water it got in the recent rain that things were looking a bit thirsty. Two of the azalea bushes are now full of big blossoms, and I'd like to keep them around for a while, so I watered those. I also watered the third azalea bush, though it hasn't bloomed yet. I hope a nice drink will encourage it to do so,though it has grown so bedraggled I fear that it might be on its last stalks.

The single daffodil that's blooming got a drink, too, as did one end of the jasmine hedge. I'll probably water the rose bushes within a couple of days,though so far they are showing only new leaves and no buds. It's possible that I pruned them wrong last fall and they won't be getting any flowers, but I intend to keep them alive until they've had a chance to prove they can still bloom. I don't know what I'll do if they have come to the end of their life cycles. I've always thought the patch they occupy would be a decent spot for a small herb and vegetable garden, but now I've go so many feral cats around that I suspect any cultivation would lead to it becoming a big outdoor litter box. I'm sure it would be best if I can keep the roses alive instead.

Among the things I didn't do today was eat lunch. I'm so easily distracted anymore that I'm frequently doing that. I end up eating lunch for dinner, then fall asleep before I have anything to eat around midnight. As I usually have only a glass of orange juice and maybe an actual orange for breakfast, I often end up having only one meal in a day, sometimes for several days running. One would think that after that I'd be able to fit into my old pants that are now too tight, but one would be wrong because one would be discounting the beer I drink. If I were to stop eating altogether I suspect that I still would need to get bigger pants eventually. Thanks, Sierra Nevada Brewing Company.