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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