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| David Bailey |
I have no time to write today. I am trying to get my mother ready for her doctor's appointment this morning. I barely have time to sit down from dawn to dusk. I didn't know how easy my life was. I'm not used to doing things and being busy. This is probably good for me. I haven't moved this much in a year and a half.
I don't sleep well, either. I am sleeping in a horrible bed. Or not sleeping. Tossing, mostly. Waiting for the daylight, a cup of coffee, then back at it. I need opium like a Coolie.
O.K. O.K. My mother is the one suffering, I know. But if she wants to bitch, she can write her own blog. I am attending to her every need. I am a good son, I am. So they say. I know she hasn't eaten this well in years.
I've got to run. It is Friday, and it is a long weekend for you working stiffs. I'll need to make some sort of party for mom on the 4th. Hot dogs and potato salad, I think. Oh. . . and I bought mom a slip on dress so that she can get dressed by herself. It was the model that did it for me, but mom liked the dress. Amazon delivers today.
ReplyDeleteWhere is my friend, c.c. ?
I miss his words. Tell him so.
Man. Why isn't Friday the Lord's Day? Who invented a "work week." If the State of Massachusetts can give away 5 million dollars in a lottery for people who are vaxxed (simply as a way to track us but who gives a flying fuck about that -- they give you a social security number - they can find anything out they want - come at me mofos - oh well the IRS already did). I used to tell T. Why do people get so wigged out about the "government" knowing about them - if the government wants to know about ya - they gonna know about ya. Come at me mother fucker...
*shrug*. I have no idea what that's about. I've just cracked a bottle of Prosecco and drew THC into my lungs and brain cells AND ate a gummy. I may have a little dance party.
OH! yeah so if the state can give away money like that - we should all be drawing a little paycheck every month from the state - less of this rigorous treadmill "got to get ahead" bull shit. Enough to live - trading and bartering. Sharing.
I get off on sharing. You know, when I was involved in the Congregationalist church here in town. Church School Director - with a garden planted in my honor when I left -- We had an interim minister - Russ. I feel like I've told this story before. He was devout. He was one of the most -- Jesus/Buddha/Whatever you want to name it people I ever met.
Everyone - at dying - white - mainline (not evangelical or pentecostals) churches worries about finances.
It was always a big and contentious smelly elephant at Annual Meeting - the budget - the pledges - the repairs (200 year old Congregationalist church - moved by oxen from one end of the long street to the other).
When Russ came to us - in between ministers - he said "make this a place people wanna come and you won't have to worry about money. As a matter of fact, let's spend some of what is in that vault - on ping pong tables or computers we can have the kids teach to the older population. Let's start a softball league."
It's true isn't it. There is great joy in sharing what you can - especially - if at all possible - what you can of yourself with others. Sometimes it is as simple as a smile. A get well card. A drop in on a friend you haven't seen in a long while. Whatever.
Kindness - it just feels really good .- I'm a junkie for the juice.
Life is too fucked up to even write about sometimes. I love it tho. But just -fucking - who needs UFO's -and little green men to prove anything vwe are a bunch of aliens ourselves.
I thought about those ole workdays aof the 80's all night and day - I was so young. 18 when I flunked out of college and went into the workfarce.
Iyou should have gotten one with an american flag.
I definitely need a BF who will listen to me when I'm sstoned and ridiculous . He did. Gladly.
Aw. Another day toward recovery. x