Reset Forty-Five, Day Seventeen
Oct. 22nd, 2022 05:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphThe story thus far still the same, Friday like any day, maybe five hours of sleep, the donuts gone, the dull afternoon, waiting around for... what? Things I might have done I didn't do, and whatever I did vanished into the place new memories fail. Off a virtual cliff in my brain I guess, victims of that routine noyade of age. The bright spot I do recall was a brief concert by the mockingbird, who I no longer hear at night, so perhaps he found a mate at last. I'd like to think there'll be another generation of mockingbirds here, even if I'm not around to hear them.
But I found a package of biscuit dough in the refrigerator, and baked biscuits for dinner, which I ate with some leftover (canned) baked beans, and though the use-by date on the biscuits was last January they turned out okay. I put lots of butter and some cinnamon sugar on them, remembering my dad's tale of how beans with cinnamon rolls was a common meal when he was in the Navy. We used to have that once in a while when I was a kid, and it beat the hell out of the S-o-S (creamed chipped beef on toast, aka Shit on a Shingle,) another Navy meal he recalled and we ate now and then. Thinking back, I have to say I ate some pretty weird stuff when I was a kid. And I still do. But with luck I'll never taste S-o-S again.
I need to arrange some shopping again soon, and also I need to arrange a trip to the DMV to get a new photo ID. It has become apparent that I'll actually need one, now that America is over. Had the people I knew as a kid been told that within a few decades "may I see your papers please" would not be a line spoken by vaguely threatening foreign officials in movies about the benighted parts of the world, but a fairly routine event in the USA, they would not have believed it. But there it is. I wish the powers that be had hurried up with those microchip ID implants, so I wouldn't have to hassle with this. I hate going to places like the DMV even more than I hate shopping.
Anyway, Friday. There was a nap again, though a shortish one, from about eleven until two o'clock this morning. It was unintentional. I actually just got onto the bed to undo a bit of a kink in my back, but then conked out. The damnedest thing was that when I woke up my legs didn't want to work. It was like they were both asleep, in that tingly, weak way, and for a few minutes I thought maybe I'd had a stroke, but it was probably just the way I'd been lying. They're actually still kind of sore. I'll have to be careful about the way I position myself in bed. Age: A pain in more than the arse.
So, a high of 68 is predicted for the mini-metropolis today. It's going to get windy, too, and a fire weather watch has been declared. The highest threat will be over on the west side of the valley, and much of that region burned a couple of years ago, so maybe we won't get any big fires there this year. I certainly don't want to have to deal with any smoke. My lungs feel pretty crappy already. There's no significant chance of rain in the forecast until late next week, and then it's only a 36% chance of morning showers. Not looking good.
But I found a package of biscuit dough in the refrigerator, and baked biscuits for dinner, which I ate with some leftover (canned) baked beans, and though the use-by date on the biscuits was last January they turned out okay. I put lots of butter and some cinnamon sugar on them, remembering my dad's tale of how beans with cinnamon rolls was a common meal when he was in the Navy. We used to have that once in a while when I was a kid, and it beat the hell out of the S-o-S (creamed chipped beef on toast, aka Shit on a Shingle,) another Navy meal he recalled and we ate now and then. Thinking back, I have to say I ate some pretty weird stuff when I was a kid. And I still do. But with luck I'll never taste S-o-S again.
I need to arrange some shopping again soon, and also I need to arrange a trip to the DMV to get a new photo ID. It has become apparent that I'll actually need one, now that America is over. Had the people I knew as a kid been told that within a few decades "may I see your papers please" would not be a line spoken by vaguely threatening foreign officials in movies about the benighted parts of the world, but a fairly routine event in the USA, they would not have believed it. But there it is. I wish the powers that be had hurried up with those microchip ID implants, so I wouldn't have to hassle with this. I hate going to places like the DMV even more than I hate shopping.
Anyway, Friday. There was a nap again, though a shortish one, from about eleven until two o'clock this morning. It was unintentional. I actually just got onto the bed to undo a bit of a kink in my back, but then conked out. The damnedest thing was that when I woke up my legs didn't want to work. It was like they were both asleep, in that tingly, weak way, and for a few minutes I thought maybe I'd had a stroke, but it was probably just the way I'd been lying. They're actually still kind of sore. I'll have to be careful about the way I position myself in bed. Age: A pain in more than the arse.
So, a high of 68 is predicted for the mini-metropolis today. It's going to get windy, too, and a fire weather watch has been declared. The highest threat will be over on the west side of the valley, and much of that region burned a couple of years ago, so maybe we won't get any big fires there this year. I certainly don't want to have to deal with any smoke. My lungs feel pretty crappy already. There's no significant chance of rain in the forecast until late next week, and then it's only a 36% chance of morning showers. Not looking good.
