May 17th, 2019


The Small Chill

There was very little rain today, but I still didn't take a chance on going out as it continued to look threatening. Every time it began sprinkling I expected a cloudburst to arrive, but it never did. Tonight it is very windy and quite chilly outside, but still no heavy rain. Tomorrow is expected to be cool and partly cloudy, but there is only a 20% chance of rain. I'll probably try to get to the easily accessible stores, though neither of them has much that I want on sale, and I can easily do without the stuff that isn't.

But going on a bus trip will depend on how well I sleep and when I wake up. My brain has decided to spin its wheels a lot or the last couple of days, which messes with my sleep. It gets delayed, and then I wake up frequently for the first few hours, and then when I finally do get into some deeper sleep I find it almost impossible to wake up again, and end up sleeping well past noon. Sleep weirdness has been part of my life so long that I should be accustomed to it by now, but I'm not. It still makes m irritable as hell when it goes awry.

Today I've been so distracted that I missed dinner again. Snacks then took control, so I don't know if I should try to eat something meal-like at this late hour or not. I might just fry a couple of sausages and get rid of some of that leftover cornbread that's taking up counter space and going stale. It would give me an excuse to drink the bottle of beer I was sufficiently disciplined not to drink with that half of a bag of Fritos I ate a couple of hours ago. But I really should have skipped the bowl of ice cream.

Despite the cold outside, this apartment has thus far remained fairly warm. It's still 70 degrees in here. The next several nights are to be so chilly, and the days so cool, that I'll probably have to turn the furnace back on at some point, but it probably won't get very costly. And it's certainly better than needing the air conditioner on so early in the year.

I still haven't been able to arrange transportation to go see the cat who might be Jarhead. I really need to get on top of that. I guess that's what I get for being so completely out of step with the prevailing culture of the region, and the nation, though. But it would be better if that cat didn't have to be left twisting in the wind just because I'm a bad American and worse Californian.

You Must Whip It

Going to make strawberry shortcake. Well, not shortcake, since I don't have any. Neither do I have angel food cake, which is what my mom usually used. What I have is pound cake, so I'm going to make strawberry pound cake. But I do have strawberries, of course, and real whipping cream to be whipped with an electric mixer. As I didn't bother to look for a recipe before I went to the store to buy the whipping cream I don't have powdered sugar and will have to use granulated sugar. But then that's what my mom always used, so it should be as good as hers was. Next time I intend to get that powdered sugar, though.

So I didn't get around to going to a bus-accessible store today. I got up pretty late, and then couldn't muster enough energy to get out the door in time to catch the convenient bus. It would have been a nice day to go, though, being cool and partly cloudy. Later I walked over to the plaza and got the whipping cream at TJ's, and a copy of Gerald Durrell's My Family and Other Animals at the Goodwill store. I had a copy that got burned up, and was intending to reread it since I was watching a series based on it that was running on PBS. I never got to see the end of that series, since I no longer have a television.

Monday is supposed to be much like today was, a far as weather goes, so maybe I'll go shopping via bus then. But the weekend is supposed to be wet again. There could be more rain Tuesday, but late in the week the cool period will be ending and it will be back to proto-summer next week. May will be ending in two weeks, so the warming trend won't bother me so much now. The summer solstice is only five weeks away now. The year is moving by quickly. They us to be longer, as I recall, but I guess they just don't make years like they used to. But I'm going to make whipped cream like they used to, right now.