January 27th, 2019


A Good Day

This was certainly the most exciting day I've had since I arrived in Chico. zyzyly and gracegiver came to visit along with gracegiver's husband, and they brought not only a load of delightful books (and a bookcase to put them in) but a desktop computer as well. I don't have to squint at the monitor any more, or deal with the touchy touch pad that does things like close the browser when all I want to do is scroll up! Plus there are four of zyzyly's photographs for display, so I now have something to hang on these bare walls. Oh, plus a small elephant and a Hello Kitty for company. LJers are the best!

And it will no longer be necessary for me to fight with my bedclothes at night as I went to Kmart yesterday and bought an electric blanket. The fleecy thing that was always trying to break my ankles in my sleep is now sequestered in the closet, and last night I stayed warm without being weighed down by it, or having it slide of the bed and leave me to wake up chilled. The electric blanket turns out to be quite docile and comfortable, and did not try to electrocute me.

Now if I can figure out what change in my diet since I came here has been making me queasy for the last couple of days I can start feeling more or less human again. I think it might have been the chili I made with a non-standard spice mix and hamburger that might have been sitting in the refrigerator a day or two too long before I moved it to the freezer. I no longer have a nephew hanging around eating stuff before it has a chance to go bad.

There are no special plans for tomorrow. Early next week I might try to take another bus ride. Given my transportation situation I'll have to start dealing with the buses eventually. But whether I do that this week or not will depend on whether that queasiness goes away or not. On of the traumatic events of my childhood was when I threw up on a bus when I was about five yeas old, and I certainly don't want to relive that event at my age.

Time for a last check of today's cat pictures. They are much easier to see on this big, bright monitor. Thanks again, Deborah, Kyle, and Michael.
caillebotte_man at his window


There was a mockingbird singing this afternoon, and though I never got a glimpse of it I think it was in the bush that grows in one corner of my small back yard and stretches along the top of the tall wooden fence separating the yard from the bike trail that runs behind the apartment. There were always mockingbirds in the yards of the houses I lived in in Southern California, but the entire time I was in Paradise I don't recall eve hearing a single one. There were blue jays and crows in abundance, and many smaller birds, plus the delightful acorn woodpeckers and, for the last couple of years, a few mourning doves, but never a mockingbird. Hearing one today was delightful, and it almost felt like I was back in Los Angeles for a while.

But had I been in Los Angeles I would probably have gone somewhere. In Chico there was nowhere special to go, so I just walked over to the shopping center to pick up a six pack of Sierra Nevada porter at Trader Joe's, before I run out. On the way I stopped a the Goodwill store on the off chance that they might have a copy of one of the two Harry Potter books I don't have yet, and indeed they had a paperback copy of the first volume, and it was not in terrible condition, so I bought it. The library is growing.

Tomorrow being a weekday I should probably start thinking about the things I ought to be doing, like finding a chiropractor, finishing my business at the bank, looking for some furniture, etcetera. All the tedious things, in other words, that are not like standing in the back yard listening to mockingbirds by day and hearing the geese and trumpeter swans fly over by night. But tonight, after I post this entry, I'm going to go read for a couple of hours. Though I'd bet it will turn out to be more than a couple.

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