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I got so distracted doing laundry yesterday that I forgot to post a journal entry. I was feeling crappy anyway. Wednesday and Thursday were both too warm, and I didn't sleep well, and all the usual stuff that aches and annoys has been achy and annoying, and the stuff that worries has been worrisome. This morning I've been trapped in Safeway grocery ordering hell, from which I have only just emerged, drained and confused, anticipating the horrors of bizarre substitutions, essential items out of stock, and of putting away all the crap I ordered that they do have in stock. I'll miss all this when civilization collapses, of course, assuming I've survived, but for now it's just an enormous asspain.
The one bright spot today is that it's not entirely bright. It's partly cloudy, and predicted to be only 71 degrees, and its already gotten breezy, which is great as long as it doesn't get windy enough to bring on power outages. Rain is all but promised (93% promised!) for tomorrow, and that's like discovering you still have a bottle of beer when you'd thought you'd run out. Or cookies, if you don't drink beer (people who don't drink beer eat cookies, right?) A nephew is supposed to pick up the groceries at some not entirely certain time after three o'clock, and as I didn't get up until almost seven this morning I might still have enough energy to fix dinner tonight before I collapse from exhaustion. Life is... well, not good exactly, but... not entirely hellish? Yeah, you could say that.
While I'm waiting for groceries and the collapse of civilization, I'm enjoying this YouTube video of a song I remember my dad playing on our old Silvertone phonograph when I was a kid. He probably bought it when it came out, in 1940, when he still had only two kids (before I came along and, as my older sister never tired of reminding me, ruined everything) and could still afford such luxuries as records. This one is boogie woogie, and almost a prototype rock 'n' roll. Looking back, it's hard to believe my dad (already about forty in my earliest memories) was ever so hip, but I guess he was. Here's the evidence.
The one bright spot today is that it's not entirely bright. It's partly cloudy, and predicted to be only 71 degrees, and its already gotten breezy, which is great as long as it doesn't get windy enough to bring on power outages. Rain is all but promised (93% promised!) for tomorrow, and that's like discovering you still have a bottle of beer when you'd thought you'd run out. Or cookies, if you don't drink beer (people who don't drink beer eat cookies, right?) A nephew is supposed to pick up the groceries at some not entirely certain time after three o'clock, and as I didn't get up until almost seven this morning I might still have enough energy to fix dinner tonight before I collapse from exhaustion. Life is... well, not good exactly, but... not entirely hellish? Yeah, you could say that.
While I'm waiting for groceries and the collapse of civilization, I'm enjoying this YouTube video of a song I remember my dad playing on our old Silvertone phonograph when I was a kid. He probably bought it when it came out, in 1940, when he still had only two kids (before I came along and, as my older sister never tired of reminding me, ruined everything) and could still afford such luxuries as records. This one is boogie woogie, and almost a prototype rock 'n' roll. Looking back, it's hard to believe my dad (already about forty in my earliest memories) was ever so hip, but I guess he was. Here's the evidence.
