Friday, September 4, 2020

Power Cosmic and Love Supreme


Here's the rotting bench to which I referred in yesterday's post.  Can't compete with photos of sexy ex-wives and happy children.  Why do I bother?  For that matter, why am I still writing this blog?  I live in a vacuum and can merely report or opine or lament or whine.  I have nothing interesting happening to me, no stories I can tell beyond the making of a solo dinner.  

Blog stats reflect this, too.  

I did have my first human contact yesterday, however.  The little Russian Jew was the first person to lay hand on me since February.  Like Nancy Pelosi, I was the only client in the salon.  Unlike Nancy, I wore a mask the entire time.  So did my beautician.  We were alone in the salon.  

But I didn't do anything weird.  

I told friends I was going to get blonded.  They wanted pictures.  So I sent them from the salon, me with foils in my longer hair.  I have to say, it was cute.  The comments coming in were fun as I have not seen any of these people since February and my hair is much longer now.  When it was all done, I sent a selfie of my blonde self out.  The boys sent deprecating comparisons to non-flattering famous people like the old wrestler, Dusty Rhodes, or to Nick Nolte, but the girls gave me thumbs up.  Fuck yea.  I'm like the Silver Surfer, baby, with the Power Cosmic and the Love Supreme.  

He is the weirdest Superhero ever.  

Now I wait to see if I get Covid.  

As I've mentioned, I've been out of sorts lately.  I've only just awakened after waking at four and not getting back to sleep, or so I thought until I was brought to consciousness by some hideous truck in the street outside my house just a few minutes ago.  My body is still numb.  I can't wipe the sleep from my eyes.  It is late and the wrecking crew comes today.  I have to get the bedding in the wash and pick up all my delicate messes before they arrive.  

It is Friday.  You who work look forward to a long Labor Day Weekend.  Covid cases will be on the rise a couple weeks from now.  There are no good predictions about that.  We are looking to an uptick in disease and death.  Prepare for the Virtual Holidays.  Things are going to get worse.  


  1. I have a three day weekend. Imagine - getting paid for not working? Who invented that concept. Wow. Lucky me.

    Last night I thought, upon being released , "Wow it is a beautiful night - a kick off to a holiday weekend that promises loads of blue sky and sunshine - a banner weekend for the close out of the Season (what season, fuck). I'm going to do something."

    I went to the liquor store bought some Blue Moon low carb Citrus Wheat beer (it is funny to me that they put the "skinny beer" in skinny cans.).

    But I didn't have anyone to play with. I could have gone to see the G.B. He has been texting a lot. I've not been too attentive.

    I wasn't up for that tho.

    Instead, I drove home and sat on the deck - Hannah wandered about - I drank two beers and realized I was tired by 9:15. I settled in with a cup of coffee (had a slight headache) to watch a video and fell asleep.

    I finished the vid this morning with another early coffee. The sun is up - not a cloud in the sky. I've got two dogs wedged on either side of me as I write from a now re-prone position.

    I'm thinking. Of things I should chase from my mind. It is going to be a long weekend if I go and allow that kind of thing to happen. They are enchanting tho - the pictures and stories I can make up in my head.

    This morning however, I will clean. Being a working girl, I guess Saturdays are chore days. I'll put the radio on loud and tackle that task early. Well. 9 is early for me.

    After that I'll make a foray to the Thrifty shop on the quest for money-making gimcracks and baubles. Tonight I may see my hairdresser. I miss her little kid.

    Perseverance. That was the third word. Passion, Purpose and Perseverance.

    That's the hardest one isn't it. The Passion and Purpose, well they come easy. It's the grit that can be more difficult to muster.

    I'll give you some of mine - for the book or whatever it is you need it for. I'm generous like that.

    I really enjoyed reading up there when you were all watermelon sugar-like. Silversurfer diggin yourself.

    Course it didn't last long enough. I dunno, maybe you should stand at the end of the driveway and get some Lenore. You float with that juice. See, the empath in me has difficulty with that last paragraph. Think about your readers and their disabilities and sensitivities.

    Oh wait this is your blog. :)


    I leave you with a song. My Ma used to play this 8Track when I was growing up. On Saturdays when she was cleaning. It went with some others like Simon & Garfunkle and Elvis Presley.

  2. Enjoy the long weekend, working girl :)