Reset Fifty, Day Thirty-One
Aug. 11th, 2024 03:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphI wanted to get to sleep earlier tonight, but obviously didn't. Saturday was exhausting, even though I started it exhausted. How I manage to get progressively more not so good I don't know. One would think I'd have found the bottom by now, but no. Maybe there is no bottom, but we just keep sinking and sinking, and the world gets stranger and stranger and we manage to find new reserves of tiredness even as we thought they had been finished off. It's a terribly depressing thought.
There's probably another hour of darkness this morning, and with luck I'll fall asleep quickly. When I wake up it will be light out, and warming, and I can go around closing windows and then turn off the fan, and then go back to sleep. That stupid old guy I live with didn't get off his ass and fix my dinner until well after midnight. Oh, wait, that's me. I'm the stupid old guy I live with, and let me tell you, if it was anybody else I'd have throw his sorry ass out long ago. Never does anything right anymore. But then neither do I, so I guess I'm in no position to complain. I just wish he'd get my act together. He probably won't.
Where was I? Oh, I'm still here. It was probably only my brain that wandered off for a while and the rest of me was here all along. Anyway, my aching butt is telling me it's time to get off this uncomfortable chair and get into my somewhat less uncomfortable bed, where some other body part can start hurting. Usually a hip or a shoulder first, then other parts, until by the time I wake up it's just everything. But first I get a piece of chocolate. I hope I don't fall asleep while eating it. That's so messy.
Sunday Verse
by Joyce Sutphen
Body is something you need in order to stay
on this planet and you only get one.
And no matter which one you get, it will not
be satisfactory. It will not be beautiful
enough, it will not be fast enough, it will
not keep on for days at a time, but will
pull you down into a sleepy swamp and
demand apples and coffee and chocolate cake.
Body is a thing you have to carry
from one day into the next. Always the
same eyebrows over the same eyes in the same
skin when you look in the mirror, and the
same creaky knee when you get up from the
floor and the same wrist under the watchband.
The changes you can make are small and
costly--better to leave it as it is.
Body is a thing that you have to leave
eventually. You know that because you have
seen others do it, others who were once like you,
living inside their pile of bones and
flesh, smiling at you, loving you,
leaning in the doorway, talking to you
for hours and then one day they
are gone. No forwarding address.
There's probably another hour of darkness this morning, and with luck I'll fall asleep quickly. When I wake up it will be light out, and warming, and I can go around closing windows and then turn off the fan, and then go back to sleep. That stupid old guy I live with didn't get off his ass and fix my dinner until well after midnight. Oh, wait, that's me. I'm the stupid old guy I live with, and let me tell you, if it was anybody else I'd have throw his sorry ass out long ago. Never does anything right anymore. But then neither do I, so I guess I'm in no position to complain. I just wish he'd get my act together. He probably won't.
Where was I? Oh, I'm still here. It was probably only my brain that wandered off for a while and the rest of me was here all along. Anyway, my aching butt is telling me it's time to get off this uncomfortable chair and get into my somewhat less uncomfortable bed, where some other body part can start hurting. Usually a hip or a shoulder first, then other parts, until by the time I wake up it's just everything. But first I get a piece of chocolate. I hope I don't fall asleep while eating it. That's so messy.
Sunday Verse
Living in the Body
by Joyce Sutphen
Body is something you need in order to stay
on this planet and you only get one.
And no matter which one you get, it will not
be satisfactory. It will not be beautiful
enough, it will not be fast enough, it will
not keep on for days at a time, but will
pull you down into a sleepy swamp and
demand apples and coffee and chocolate cake.
Body is a thing you have to carry
from one day into the next. Always the
same eyebrows over the same eyes in the same
skin when you look in the mirror, and the
same creaky knee when you get up from the
floor and the same wrist under the watchband.
The changes you can make are small and
costly--better to leave it as it is.
Body is a thing that you have to leave
eventually. You know that because you have
seen others do it, others who were once like you,
living inside their pile of bones and
flesh, smiling at you, loving you,
leaning in the doorway, talking to you
for hours and then one day they
are gone. No forwarding address.
