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Reset Forty-Eight, Day Sixty-Eight
May. 2nd, 2023 07:42 amForgot Sunday was Sunday and went out to check the mailbox, then thought Monday was Sunday and forgot to put the wheelie bin out. I did get plenty of sleep, though. Also made tentative arrangements with a nephew to help assemble the torchier I ordered when it gets here, as assembly is a mechanical activity and my aptitude for mechanics is negative (my attempt to assemble said lamp would be likely to lead to spontaneous random and inexplicable disassembly of multiple lamps all over the world.) I am the Jonah of mechanics. Fling me into the sea rather than let me touch tools.
Though I got plenty of sleep Monday it was at odd hours and not particularly restful. There might have been dreams, but I don't remember. If so, they were probably bad. Being awake brought something a bit scary too. I was sitting in my swively-rolly office chair when I heard a clank, and checked the floor where I found a screw about an inch and a quarter long. It had to have come from the chair, as there's nothing else in the area that would have such a screw in it. I've never fully trusted this chair, and now I'm quite sure it intends to kill me, and is just waiting until I'm off guard again to drop me on the floor amid its tangled wreckage. I wonder how many days I will lie there in agony, passing in and out of consciousness, before I expire and my corpse begins to rot? And how many days will pass after that before my decayed cadaver is found? A puzzle, to be sure, but I doubt my reader will start a pool.
This morning is cool and slightly overcast, with a 60% chance of rain, and there have already been some sprinkles. I brought my folding chair in from the back yard so it won't get soaked. I'm really late getting back to bed. I've been obsessively listening to a YouTube video of Mike Nesmith's recording of the Robin, Whiting and harling chestnut "Beyond the Blue Horizon," introduced by Jeanette MacDonald in the 1930 movie "Monte Carlo." Nesmith's somewhat bluesy, country-inflected version is quite odd and endearing, and has been my favorite version since I first heard it, decades ago. I can't remember if I've posted it before— perhaps when he died— but if so it's worth repeating. There's just something about it that fills me with delight.
Though I got plenty of sleep Monday it was at odd hours and not particularly restful. There might have been dreams, but I don't remember. If so, they were probably bad. Being awake brought something a bit scary too. I was sitting in my swively-rolly office chair when I heard a clank, and checked the floor where I found a screw about an inch and a quarter long. It had to have come from the chair, as there's nothing else in the area that would have such a screw in it. I've never fully trusted this chair, and now I'm quite sure it intends to kill me, and is just waiting until I'm off guard again to drop me on the floor amid its tangled wreckage. I wonder how many days I will lie there in agony, passing in and out of consciousness, before I expire and my corpse begins to rot? And how many days will pass after that before my decayed cadaver is found? A puzzle, to be sure, but I doubt my reader will start a pool.
This morning is cool and slightly overcast, with a 60% chance of rain, and there have already been some sprinkles. I brought my folding chair in from the back yard so it won't get soaked. I'm really late getting back to bed. I've been obsessively listening to a YouTube video of Mike Nesmith's recording of the Robin, Whiting and harling chestnut "Beyond the Blue Horizon," introduced by Jeanette MacDonald in the 1930 movie "Monte Carlo." Nesmith's somewhat bluesy, country-inflected version is quite odd and endearing, and has been my favorite version since I first heard it, decades ago. I can't remember if I've posted it before— perhaps when he died— but if so it's worth repeating. There's just something about it that fills me with delight.
