"I need you to help me get a couple boxes out of the storage unit," he said.
That was bullshit.
I spent the afternoon helping Tennessee empty a giant storage unit. We filled up a rental box truck with his stuff. WTF? Why would you ask a crippled old man to do such a thing? Indeed, I could do it and did it, but. . . where's your thinking?
I need to act more my age, I think, and quit trying to pass myself off as a teen.
He did give me a present afterwards, though. I'll show you in a few days when I get it set up.
While we were loading the truck, he said, "Have you seen Miami's pictures from Prada?"
I hadn't heard from her for awhile, but both T and I see her IG account. She's doing well. The company she is managing the social media account for is sending her to a lot of nice places, and being a kid, she is posting it all on social media.
I checked my phone.
"You won't believe this, but I just got a text from Miami."
It was hardly anything. She sent me a Polaroid headshot.
Maybe I won't quit trying to pass myself off as a teen.
I had taken a walk in the morning before I went to the gym which was just before helping T move his stuff. When I got back to my mother's, I was pooped. Thought I would sleep like the dead. Nope. Fitful night. There are some places you can't pass yourself off as anything but what you are.
My college roommate's wife texted me. She said he is delirious now and things are getting worse. It is strange to me for while I was there he was as lucid as ever. I don't know that I will see him again. He will be going to a "facility" after the hospital. Don't know if he will ever be going home again.
It's better to be a new college graduate with a cool job and a bright future eating meals at the Versace mansion and attending Prada events for work.
Hemingway hated growing old. He fell in love with the teenaged Adrianna when he was in his late fifties. "Across the River and into the Trees."
Getting old killed him. Well. . . he wasn't that old.
It is going to be a lovely day here. I'm getting out. Going to do some shopping. I have to hit the Home Depot for my mother. After that, I will go to the "health food" store. Then I'm off to REI. And maybe, somewhere in there, lunch.
And again, that is all I have, or as we like to say ungrammatically, "all I got." We just use the word "got" terribly, but the MLA has caught up and now calls it "common usage."
Let's conjugate--get, got, have gotten.
Let's not even delve into subjunctives. The old "If I was you," drives me nuts. But as Q always says, "Grammar is a failed science."
Indeed.
Sometimes music is pretty and fun to listen to and sometimes it is interesting but challenging. Here's a song that is both. The melody is sweet, but it goes off into some pretty funky scales. Miles Davis said that there are no wrong notes. Keep that in mind.

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