||[Aug. 13th, 2019|12:10 am]
This evening I snagged another decent bargain book at the Goodwill store. It's a single hardbound volume with five of John Steinbeck's works: The Grapes of Wrath and East of Eden, plus three of his shorter novels, Of Mice and Men, The Moon is Down and Cannery Row. I had paperback editions of most of them, some of them since I was in high school, but I've actually never read The Moon is Down.|
Had I not slept too late, and had it not been quite so hot out, I might have taken the bus to Raley's today to get a couple of the things they had on their Monday sale, but I suppose it's just as well that I didn't. None of it was stuff I really needed, and my refrigerator and cupboards are stuffed to near capacity anyway. I did get to Trader Joe's to buy milk after leaving the Goodwill store. Tomorrow I will have to replenish my beer supply at CVS, but I have no plans to venture farther than that.
It used to be that I often had a difficult time getting out of nostalgia mode, but lately I've found myself unable to get into it. This is a bit surprising, since the present time is both quite stressful and terribly boring. I would have expected that such a situation would send me reeling into the past, historically my refuge from both stress and boredom, but it hasn't. My failing memory itself is probably at fault, at least in part, but it also seems to me as though everything is uphill from this flat place, even the past. I find myself unable to summon the energy to climb.
I haven't heard the mockingbird recently. Maybe it doesn't like the hot days, or maybe it's because I haven't been outdoors as much, since I don't like the hot days myself. I've still got the cricket for now, though, and it will have to do, I suppose. A lot of things will just have to do these days.