Weather, Or Not

The year is running down and I'm running with it. It can certainly run faster than I can, and I'm sure to collapse in a heap before I can catch up with it. But it has to get through the entire year (itself) while I concentrate on getting through the day or the week or the night. Time does the heavy lifting around here, and I just veg out. How strange that it turns out to be so exhausting to veg.

We're going to get a few more hot days, and then mild autumn will return next Monday, with nine days in a row with highs in the seventies. After that the forecast doesn't say, but it's been so unseasonably mild so far this fall that I wouldn't be surprised if it lasts clear through October. So far I haven't used the furnace at all, and it would be nice if that expense is put off until November.

Friday will be a grocery day, and I'm eager to see the new Safeway ad. It will arrive overnight, and if I'm awake I'll probably be checking frequently. But I have no idea if I'll be awake or not. At the moment I don't feel sleepy, but it can come on fast. We'll see what a snack does.

Summer unexpectedly turned tail and ran. Saturday was the second of five days in a row with highs in the seventies. Lows will be going down into the fifties and even the forties, including tonight. We'll be heading back into the eighties and nineties again next week, but autumn is clearly asserting itself. It won't be long before every day is cool, every night chilled. My blankets and I will renew our old friendship, and make our own little summers while autumn turns to winter around us.

Saturday's evening nap devoured dinnertime, and when I woke near midnight had no energy for making a meal, and I ended up heating a can of soup and toasting two slices of sourdough. It was perfect for the chilly evening, and required no beer. I'll save the beer for Sunday lunch, which will probably involve something being fried. But not me. I don't do that these days. I'm sort of naturally fried by old age, and it needs no assistance. Not that I'm averse to a bedtime shot in a cup of cocoa, but that's just an option, not a necessity. A nice little extra for the first night in a long time with no windows open and no fan on. Gee, it's quiet.

( Sunday Verse )

Stuck in a drawer I found an old Mounds candy bar. I'm not sure how long it's been there, but I figured candy might go stale but it doesn't go bad. I ate it and didn't die yet, so I probably figured right. It was, however, repulsively sweet. The chocolate coating was okay, but cocoanut is already sweet and then they add sugar to it, so carrying coals to Newcastle. I don't remember buying the Mounds bar, but I wished I'd gotten an Almond Joy instead. Having a nut in a candy bar makes it seem more like actual food, lessening the guilt of shameless confectional self indulgence/destruction. But there it is, It's done now and I ain't gonna puke it back up. Unless of course I guessed wrong and it makes me sick. Fingers crossed.

So I lost Monday. All day I thought it was Monday and then I heard the wheelie bins being hauled back up the driveway and knew it was Tuesday, and that my memory had skipped an entire day. Since I had no plans for that day it's not that big a deal that it got away, but it's still disturbing. What the hell did I do with it? I think I must have slept through most of it, which is what I did with the Tuesday I mistook for Monday. There are worse things you can do with a day than sleep through it, especially when it's as hot as it's gotten here again. There I was thinking summer was pretty much out of our hair and it comes steaming back. Bugger!

Right now I'm heating up Saturday leftovers for dinner. I'm probably not hungry enough to finish it all, so there will be leftover leftovers, which is one of the things about my life that strikes me as utterly pathetic. I mean who does stuff like that? Leftover leftovers. I'm spiraling the damned drain. But maybe I can make the leftover leftovers spiral the actual drain, and I will be redeemed. But even should the leftover leftovers die for my sins, I'll still be a transgressive cook. Looks like I'm damned either way. Maybe if I stuff myself tonight there won't be enough left over to save as leftovers, and only my arse will expand for my sins. It's worth a shot.

But then I'd have to cook new stuff for another night that would have been leftover leftover night. Shit. Can't win for losing. Now I'll have to cheer myself up with a second beer. I'll need an extra beer to wash down those extra leftovers anyway. So I guess it all works out. How does a guy who cooks too much stuff and loses entire days get so lucky?

So I got through Saturday with minimal distress, and only one long afternoon nap. It has heated up again, and gotten very dry, and I guzzle liquids (juice tea coffee beer water) and my throat stiff feels like a Sahara of hopeless thirst. I braised something for dinner and envied it the liquid in which it cooked. I didn't get cooked because the air conditioner was on. If not for that, I shudder to think what would have become of me. But shuddering reminds me of being cold, and that feels pretty good right now, so cool.


( Sunday Verse )

No idea what I'm doing. I should be getting to sleep so I can do the grueling online shopping tomorrow. I are a recent dinner of microwaved frozen empanadas (highly dis-recommended) and half a can of refried beans with jalapenos, cheese melted on top (recommended for emergencies.) I squandered much of Thursday on music videos, instead of improving my shopping list. I'll regret that, but too late now. Right now, reflux and cold sweats. What a life!

What I don't remember won't hurt me, I suppose, unless it involves traffic, and I never go out anymore so traffic is not an issue. But that makes me remember the band Traffic with Steve Winwood. So I haven't forgotten everything, and some things I forget I remember later, for what that's worth. What is anything worth, when you think about it? And that makes me remember the band Buffalo Springfield, For What it's Worth. And that makes me remember I haven't dropped a coin into a jukebox for some forty years. Oh, wow, I forgot that? That makes me wonder what else I've forgotten. At least I remembered to turn on the fan, and to eat dinner. I did not enjoy it. It appears that sometimes things you remember /do/ hurt you. Reflux, dammit. Oh well.

The plan (such as it was) was to get started early and have everything out of the way by early afternoon. Hah! Maundering took over, and there/here I was/am. Maybe I'll feel better if I microwave myself some dinner and have a beer. I'm sure as hell not going to actually cook. I barely got through the day I barely remember.

( Sunday Verse )

Damn. Can't keep my eyes open. And I had a fairly long afternoon nap, too, after not getting up until almost noon. I should be all slept out, but I'm not. I didn't even finish the beer I had with my dinner sandwich. Me and Morpheus, we got a thing goin' on. I wonder if the autumnal equinox had something to do with it? Probably not. It was coming on before I forgot about that. It was a couple of days ago, and I sort of slept through it too. Am I going to get a disengagement party? Or will I just get buried?

Oh, I should turn the fan on and open the windows. It's stuffy in here. That can't be helping.

I think I was going to post something yesterday, and then I forgot to do it, and now I've even forgotten what it was about. It probably wasn't important. Is anything, really? Anyway, there have been naps and such, and foods of a sort, and my left foot has gone all itchy, which is something I was not expecting. It's also the case that my eyesight is getting so much worse that I can barely see the type in the journal update box, and if there's a way to make it bigger I've forgotten it. Still running afoul of technology after all these years.

An I finally tried to sign up for mail notifications from the Postal Service Monday afternoon, and was utterly stymied by the password field. It kept telling me my chosen password was invalid, but gave no clue why. Then when it quite doing that it told me the password in the repeat box did not match the password in the initial box, but there was no way to make the password visible so I couldn't tell. I mad the word as simple as possible so there would be no mistakes, but the site still said they didn't match. with no visual clue as to what Id written I couldn't be sure I wasn't making mistake after mistake, but somehow I don't think I was. I think their web site is just a pig's breakfast.

An if I can't sign up for mail notifications, then I probably won't be able to order tamps online for delivery to my apartment either. That means an extra task for the nephew or niece, which I hate to do. But I need the damned stamps. I'm going to blame Louie DeJoyboy because, well, who else would it be?

Oh, and Sunday Verse yesterday showed me that my HTML is still messed up when I copy and paste. So I'm going to try to post a YouTube link, just to see if that at least will work. It's a song I came across recently which feels like a throwback to another age.