Holy smokes--I slept forever. I've been very incremental and didn't drink much again last night. I was just shy of "enough." Then I nibbled on a brownie before bed. I couldn't get up until the sun had been up for a good, long while.
That shortens my day, but I still must do "incrementally" more and better than I did yesterday. I've been staying busier. Still, I rarely know what day of the week it is. That seems to have little consequence.
I'm going to stay away from reportage here today, at least on the world at large. Disasters and tragedies abound, all the result of human depravity. Yes, even the hurricane. We've done the damage, now we harvest the rewards. Especially if you are not rich.
More and more, I wish I had majored in money. What would I do with Jeff Bezos' fortune? How long would it take me to spend 300 billion dollars? I think I could do that quicker than most.
So why does he always look like he's holding back a turd? I'd look like Hank Moody all the time. I'd be someone you'd want to hang out with. I'd buy the drinks.
But I didn't major in money. First I majored in emotions, then in socialism, then in environmentalism. I majored, too, in fractured love. But I never, ever, thought about money except on what I had to do to pay the rent.
Did I have more fun than Bezos? Maybe we can compare notes next time I see him.
I've decided that I am going to start using more plastic. It is convenient, and I am giving up on the future generations. The greedy little fucks don't care about others. They just want to party. CNN would have you think they are Woke, but they carry semi-automatics around in the streets. Some of them. The others bring a skateboard to a gunfight.
I am being too harsh, though. It is not their fault. It is their parents, of course, and CNN and/or Fox. They give voice. If you watch MSNBC, you realize that most Americans are Black of a sudden. If you watch Fox, all Blacks are thugs, gangstas, and corner boys. One defends white rage, the other is appalled by it. But look at this!
This is what happens when people get older. They turn to the classics. Next, Snoop will be recording Sinatra songs.
God loves the French. I think maybe Snoop does, too.
ReplyDeleteI've decided I'm too emotional in the evenings to respond to your blog.
I have conditions that build up during the daylight hours and require a combination of elixirs tinctures, etc. in order to settle in for the evening.
The side effects of said medicinals have challenges of their own.
It is not easy being me. But I've been doing it for so long it is difficult to make changes. Though I am always working on things - always.
Anyway.
A million years ago, I started every morning with your blog. I remember when you didn't post - it fucked up my morning. Funny right?
I think of myself as scattered (and I am) but once I start something that feels "good," it becomes embedded in the flow of my day.
T. was often "jealous" of the time I spent writing or looking at pictures or asking him to comment on something you posted here in the Cafe.
Again, funny.
Like I didn't smother him with everything he ever desired from a girl. Gladly of course. Willingly, wantingly, most naturally, and dare I say, with great aplomb.
I am missing that part of my routine. That is the smothering. Tho the dogs sure benefit.
Oh, the ebbs, flows & the delightful swirling eddies of waking up and breathing.
So I'm back here - though it is not the earliest of mornings. But morning nonetheless.
Aw. Snoop. You know he's a favorite of mine. Cause me being Martha and all. My buddy, Jimmy (who is my Snoop to my Martha) is laid up after knee replacement. He said it sucks right now. But I'm hopeful he'll heal up good.
Well. I have stopped reading most news (haven't watched news in months now) and living in a fantasy world. Art, books, crossword puzzles, gardening, bird watching, sunshine, dogs, a wee bit of work. Pete & Edie. Elixirs and tinctures.
You got Bezos look spot on. Money. Phooey.
I'll leave your dear readers with my coffee & crossword music of the morning:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vq3sdF0YXkM
I can't imagine what it is like to lose someone as you did. I have a lot of experience losing, but not like that. At least, you know, there was love right up to the end. My losses are not quite that way. Different ways of losing love. I can't know the difference. . . yet.
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