May 12th, 2019

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Shh, It Happens

Today I got an unexpected ride to Safeway, so there's that taken care of. When I go to the bank Monday I can visit one of the other stores, which should cover most of the rest of what I need for this week, and Grocery Outlet and Trader Joe's should take care of anything else. I didn't get very extravagant at Safeway, though I did buy a ten pound bag of potatoes and two packages of muffins, four in each package. What with sale prices and coupons it was a total of about four bucks for the three items, which is the main reason I did it. I'll keep those savings in mind as I overdose on carbohydrates.

As midnight has passed again it is apparent that I've never made the transition to daylight saving time this year. My perception of longer periods of time is also a bit screwed up, as I feel like it is later in the month than it is, but the month is not yet May. I'm not sure my brain has even gotten through April yet. The only thing convincing me that it probably isn't still March is that it's been so damned hot. It's supposed to get cooler later this week, and there's even a slight possibility of rain by late Wednesday, and then again early next week. That should play havoc with my perception of time.

Arranging to go see the cat trapped the other day who might be Jarhead is still on my list of things not yet done. That list is getting longer all the time, but I suppose that's to be expected when April has already happened and,once it starts raining, it might still be March. If the future will insist on intruding on the past it has only itself to blame when it gets neglected. Meanwhile, I'm trying to imagine what this experience of temporal disruption will be like when I've carbo-loaded beyond all reason. Especially on those nights when I have insomnia. Or drink too much.

Reality is taking its own sweet time going nowhere fast. I hate when that happens.
caillebotte_man at his window

Fugedaboutit

It's supposed to get down to 50 degrees here tonight, but if it does the drop will have to be precipitous. It's still 76 outside right now. It was so balmy this evening that I nodded off several times while sitting in the camp chair in the back yard. Fortunately, people passing along the bike trail, and the barking dog who lives across it, always made enough noise to wake me up before I fell out of the flimsy thing. Grocery Outlet has some rather more substantial outdoor chairs on sale this month, and I'm thinking about getting one. It would be cheaper than getting stitches.

Feeling somewhat nostalgic for my dissolute youth, I'm drinking beer from a can right now. I'm probably going to get up and pour it into a glass shortly, as nostalgia ain't what it used to be. Why, when I was middle aged you could get the best nostalgia, real high-quality stuff. These days it probably all gets outsourced, and nobody seems to be able to get it right. Gee, I miss missing the old days.

But at least I'm not missing English people murdering one another on PBS tonight. They aren't doing murders on Sundays right now, and I'm only missing yet another production of "Les Miserables." I had to read the book in high school, and have seen so many versions since then that I could just make a passable one up in my head. Anyway, French people mass murdering one another off-screen is no substitute or English murder, even when the French people are being played by English actors. It's probably just a well— at least for tonight— that I don't have a television anymore. I'd surely be as disappointed as I am about the decline of nostalgia.

There are things I have to do to get ready to go to the bank tomorrow. It's unlikely I'll wake up early enough to get them done before I'll have to leave, so I must do them tonight. Naturally I'd rather just crack open another beer (is it ever going to cool down out there?) but that would be unwise. I would just forget everything, and spend the rest of the night in unsatisfying, unmoored nostalgia over nothing that ever was.


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