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Friday's departure from routine was a power outage that lasted from about half past five in the evening until just after seven. I tried napping through it, but ended up just wandering in one of my fantasy worlds, though not the one I'd intended. My thoughts simply would not obey my commands. There is nothing unusual in this. My brain is forever escaping my escapes, leaving me to be a frustrated spectator of my own imagination's pointless peregrinations. My mind may not have a brain of its own, but my brain has a mind of its own.
Following this frustrating fiasco, once the outage was over, I rebooted my computer that the outage had crashed, and fetched myself some music videos as compensation for my defeat at the hands of my own inability to focus. I also fixed some dinner, at a fairly traditional hour for a change, and then had a leisurely hour or so of feeling progressively chillier until I draped myself in a throw I can't bring myself to call comfy, though it does make a nearly adequate stab in that direction. And voila, midnight! And of late it's been not too long after midnight that I've been getting to sleep, almost like a normal person. I'd be glad of that almost normality tonight, as I've begun nodding off, and I don't want to fall out of my chair.
But first I indulged in a small dessert. It was an item I'd purchased some time ago, from Safeway I think, when it was very deeply discounted and yet still too pricey for everyday. It was a small, individual serving chocolate pudding called Petit Pot, which purports to be a French recipe, though I have my doubts, and it is made in California. Emeryville, in fact, which people familiar with the region will recognize as the name of a rather gritty industrial suburb in the east bay region. Think Perth Amboy New Jersey, or Cleveland. Anyway, it turned out to be quite tasty, very chocolatey, rich but not too sweet, and it came in a little glass jar I'm sure I'll be unable to part with even though I'll have no particular use for it. It's just so damned cute! It came in a two-pack (not to be confused with a Tupac) so I'll get to indulge myself once more at some point, unless I shuffle off this mortal coil before getting around to it.
So I have reason to be more or less content tonight. I've been adequately fed, quite adequately desserted, I've listened to some enjoyable music, I have a cozy bed awaiting me, oh, and I got to watch videos of BIG WAVES destroying houses along the coastline where I can't afford to live, so envy-assuaging schadenfreude. I'm sure I'll soon suffer karmic revenge, but for now I have plenty of compensation for my sore neck, my itchy feet, and my myriad other old age annoyances. And it may be that rain will wake me up today. I love being awakened by rain, when I have donuts and tea and nowhere to go.
And in the meantime, here's one of the songs I've been listening to. I don't remember if I've posted this one before, but even if I did it's worth a repeat. It's the title track from Charlie Watts' "Long Ago & Far Away" album, written in 1944 with music by Jerome Kern and wish-fulfilling lyric by Ira Gershwin, sung splendidly here by Bernard Fowler. Along the way the Brian Lemon arrangement provides some very interesting interplay between Peter King's alto saxophone, the vocalist, and the rest of the band, particularly Gerard Presencer's fluegelhorn and trumpet. The lush setting is provided by the London Metropolitan Orchestra. And of course there is the subtle drumming of the man himself, the late Charlie Watts, who it is hard to believe could kick so much ass with the Rolling Stones (Mick Jagger was known to be quite intimidated by him) and yet be so self-effacing in his side project.
Following this frustrating fiasco, once the outage was over, I rebooted my computer that the outage had crashed, and fetched myself some music videos as compensation for my defeat at the hands of my own inability to focus. I also fixed some dinner, at a fairly traditional hour for a change, and then had a leisurely hour or so of feeling progressively chillier until I draped myself in a throw I can't bring myself to call comfy, though it does make a nearly adequate stab in that direction. And voila, midnight! And of late it's been not too long after midnight that I've been getting to sleep, almost like a normal person. I'd be glad of that almost normality tonight, as I've begun nodding off, and I don't want to fall out of my chair.
But first I indulged in a small dessert. It was an item I'd purchased some time ago, from Safeway I think, when it was very deeply discounted and yet still too pricey for everyday. It was a small, individual serving chocolate pudding called Petit Pot, which purports to be a French recipe, though I have my doubts, and it is made in California. Emeryville, in fact, which people familiar with the region will recognize as the name of a rather gritty industrial suburb in the east bay region. Think Perth Amboy New Jersey, or Cleveland. Anyway, it turned out to be quite tasty, very chocolatey, rich but not too sweet, and it came in a little glass jar I'm sure I'll be unable to part with even though I'll have no particular use for it. It's just so damned cute! It came in a two-pack (not to be confused with a Tupac) so I'll get to indulge myself once more at some point, unless I shuffle off this mortal coil before getting around to it.
So I have reason to be more or less content tonight. I've been adequately fed, quite adequately desserted, I've listened to some enjoyable music, I have a cozy bed awaiting me, oh, and I got to watch videos of BIG WAVES destroying houses along the coastline where I can't afford to live, so envy-assuaging schadenfreude. I'm sure I'll soon suffer karmic revenge, but for now I have plenty of compensation for my sore neck, my itchy feet, and my myriad other old age annoyances. And it may be that rain will wake me up today. I love being awakened by rain, when I have donuts and tea and nowhere to go.
And in the meantime, here's one of the songs I've been listening to. I don't remember if I've posted this one before, but even if I did it's worth a repeat. It's the title track from Charlie Watts' "Long Ago & Far Away" album, written in 1944 with music by Jerome Kern and wish-fulfilling lyric by Ira Gershwin, sung splendidly here by Bernard Fowler. Along the way the Brian Lemon arrangement provides some very interesting interplay between Peter King's alto saxophone, the vocalist, and the rest of the band, particularly Gerard Presencer's fluegelhorn and trumpet. The lush setting is provided by the London Metropolitan Orchestra. And of course there is the subtle drumming of the man himself, the late Charlie Watts, who it is hard to believe could kick so much ass with the Rolling Stones (Mick Jagger was known to be quite intimidated by him) and yet be so self-effacing in his side project.
