it's not even a nice day I'm wasting
It's not just that I'm wasting the last nice day
there's ever gonna be - actually I don't think this even
qualifies for a case of last nice day syndrome because
it's 92 degrees in the shade and so humid I can't move
without dripping a quarts of sweat - plus there's a smog
alert, which we hardly ever get here in the land that
time forgot. No, it's not a nice day I'm wasting. It's
just a day. But wasting it I am.
overslept again
I woke up at 8:00 this morning, a nice civilized hour,
not too early, not too late. I petted Wilbur for awhile
to make up for spending the weekend at Nancy's. He worked
up quite a loud purr. When he wants to linger in bed
instead of get his breakfast, I know it's a lazy day. So,
did I get up - nope. I rolled over and went back to
sleep. I woke sometime late thoroughly confused and
convinced it was late afternoon and I'd missed the whole
day. Well, I only missed the morning. It was 12:35.
Yes, readers, I got up at 12:35 this afternoon. A new
record for a non-sick day.
clippings
I fed the wacko and headed to Starbucks for a fix.
Right wing Anne was clipping stuff about the Hong Kong
hand over from the New York Times. I told her she
reminded me of Tom - always clipping. She said Tom had
been in earlier looking for me. He's worried. Ned's
worried. Me worried? Naw.
taste
The coffee and cookie actually tasted good to me
today. This bodes well. I have a sense of taste today.
Sometimes I don;t and I was a little concerned because I
skipped all my meds yesterday.
right wing Anne
Right wing Anne seems to think I have some expertise
in child rearing and asks stuff about her son's learning
disabilities. Personally, I don't think he has any
learning disabilities. I think she's over reacting to
excessively detailed test results from kindergarten. But
what do I really know? Anyway, he didn't want to play
tee-ball because there were too many people and it was
too chaotic. I reassured her that tee-ball is not for
everybody and there are other sports. Personally, I think
the chaos of tee-ball is a lot like life. The idea of
playing a game to learn the skills you need to play the
game appeals to me as much as it frightens her. She wants
everything in neat packages in good order. She grew up in
Japan, which explains some of it, and her mother grew up
in the Russian Jewish community in China, which could
also explain some of it. Shut me up now before I get too
analytical. Anyway, before we get too deep into the
discussion of Hong Kong, her cell phone rings (it's in
her purse) and she is needed at home.
wasted on the way
As I let my time slip through my fingers, I start
worrying about my retirement. Wait, I'm already retired.
Prematurely. What will happen when I'm retirement age?
Will I be parking cars and pumping gas? So much time
wasted on the way...
wasted and useful lives
In my half waking state this morning - or was it last
night? - I heard a report on NPR about a study of high
school valedictorians. All the valedictorians went on to
success and leadership in later life - all in relatively
structured environments. Hmm... for a time I too
succeeded brilliantly in structured environments ... then
I just couldn't stand it anymore. The valedictorians they
studied graduated high school some time in the early 80's
(I forget which year) so they are not in midlife yet. I'd
love to see a followup study of their midlife crises.
Meanwhile, I'd almost forgotten I was valedictorian of my
high school class. It seemed so irrelevant then. A lot
seemed irrelevant then. It was as the proverb says
"interesting times" - as in the ancient curse "may you
live in interesting times".
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