||[Apr. 8th, 2019|12:24 am]
There will be mixed things again. I had pretty much given up on ever finding an egg beater, an today while at CVS to find something to buy with the 40% off coupon they'd sent me I spied a small electric hand mixer. With the discount it was only ten bucks, and since I'd been expecting to spend at least six or seven for an egg beater, if I ever found one, I decided to get the mixer. I haven't used it yet. Haven't even taken it out of the box. I'm wondering what I ought to make first. When I had an egg beater I used to use it most often to make malteds. I might do that now. Well, tomorrow anyway, since it's getting late now. |
I also got a couple more items from K-mart today— two long-sleeved T-shirts (which makes them not quite Ts I uess, since the long sleeves make them wider than they are tall), and another pair of lounge pants to sleep in. They have turned out to be quite comfortable, at least in the cool weather. They are likely to be too warm for summer, but the long-range forecasters are saying that the recent pattern of mild, often rainy days followed by cool nights is apt to last through early May this year, so I could have at least few weeks left to enjoy them.
This is all very dull, of course, but my life has become rather dull, except when I get flooded, of course, and that's unlikely to happen again anytime soon. For a few hours I lived in a lakefront apartment, and I must say it was not as nice as I'd have thought it would be. Better than getting burned out, to be sure, but still not great. Maybe the arrival of the stuff I ordered from Kohl's will bring a bit of excitement back into my life, but I'm not counting on it. Even if it does, it's unlikely to last more than a few minutes. I'll soon go back to feeling like I'm just treading water and getting nowhere.
Well, now I've depressed myself. I'm going to finish this up and then go eat some chocolate. Chocolate always manages to remind me of happiness, even if it can't actually bring it.
Horses in the Ocean
by Boris Slutsky
To Ilya Ehrenburg
Horses know how to swim,
But not so well. Not too far.
In Russian, "Gloria" means "Slava."
That you can easily remember.
The ship sailed on, proud of its name.
The ocean tried to get the better of it.
In the hold, shaking their good heads,
A thousand horses trampled day and night.
A thousand horses! Four thousand hooves!
All the same they brought no luck,
A mine ripped out the bottom of the ship
when it was a long way from the shore.
The men piled into boats and sloops.
The horses could only swim.
What else could they do when there was no room
For them in the boats and on the rafts?
An island of bays was swimming in the ocean.
In the sea, the blue sea, swam an island of grays.
To swim seemed simple in the beginning.
To them the ocean seemed a river.
But it was a river that had no bank in sight.
When their equine strength was failing,
The horses suddenly began to neigh, protesting
Against those who were drowning them in the ocean.
The horses sank to the bottom, neighing, neighing.
Until they had all gone down.
That is all. Nevertheless, I pity them,
Those bay horses, that never saw the land again.
—translated by George Reavey
That is such a sad poem. But moving and beautiful.
Enjoy the chocolate. May life bring better things soon.
Thanks. It is a very sad poem, but it suits my recent mood well.