Weather, Or Not

Saturday night I forgot to check the weather forecast, so it was a complete surprise when I woke up Sunday morning to full-on rain. Not wanting such a surprise two days in a row, on Sunday evening I tried to check the forecast and discovered that my Idnernet was gone. Blast! I had failed to recharge the phone that fetches my hotspot and its battery had voided itself. I recharged the phone and rebooted it and fetched the hotspot, but when I got back to the computer there was still no connection. I rechecked the phone and the hotspot was indeed showing, but the computer couldn't find it. I rebooted the phone, but that didn't fix the problem.

That, in retrospect, is where I got very stupid I spent the next couple of hours futzing around with settings and such, but no success. I had a few browser tabs loaded with music videos, and I played those again and again, staving off the worst of the Idernet withdrawal symptoms. I couldn't find a fix, so I went to bed and decided that I would tackle the problem in the morning. So Monday morning came and two things remained the same; I couldn't re-fetch the missing Idernet and it was still raining. Monday afternoon I texted my niece to see if she had any ideas about getting Idernet back and she asked if I had rebooted the computer.

D'oh!

It turns out the computer and I both got stupid the same way at the same time, forgetting something very important. So I rebooted the damned computer and got the Idernet back. My own poor brain of course still unfixable. But currently at least capable of checking the weather report, which tells me the rain is over, and day after tomorrow we will be getting rapidly warmer, with highs topping ninety by Saturday, and thereafter. Not looking forward to that.

Friday I had another one of those temporal displacements I sometimes get when waking up. I put myself down for a nap fairly early in the afternoon, and when I woke up around half past six I had forgotten when I'd gone to sleep and misinterpreted the cloudy late afternoon light outside the window as morning twilight. When I finally realized it was still Friday evening (thanks to the temperature reading on the phone of 82 degrees) I felt strangely disappointed.

I suspect that the disappointment came from the realization that I hadn't had dinner, and would eventually have to figure out what to eat. I still haven't though, so the disappointment lingers. I took the edge off my appetite with half a cup of coffee over a big scoop of vanilla ice cream with a bit of heavy cream and a dash of seltzer.

Well crap! I just nodded off at the computer for twenty minutes. Now it's not yesterday anymore. Being old is so stupid.

Wednesday was another crappy day, I'm glad it's over and I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to sleep now and hope Thursday will be better.

Early Sunday morning I woke to the sound of rain on the roof. It was a surprise, as I hadn't checked the forecast for a couple of days, and had forgotten that rain was predicted for early this week. But I don't think it was expected before Monday. Here it is, or was, as it is clearing up now, and probably won't be back. Spring is as unreliable as my brain.

Saturday, if I recall correctly, didn't amount to much. I ate a sandwich for dinner, then slept, or did those two things in reverse. Not important, I'm sure. Today, as yesterday, I ate an overly sweet substitute donut for breakfast, then went to have slice of cake only to discover it has been invaded by ants. It was expensive cake, so I picked the ants off and ate it anyway. I don't think any ants remained, as I didn't taste any formic acid (ants are spicy as hell, as I discovered at six, when I let an acquaintance talk me into tasting one.)

Anyway, picking ants off of a piece of cake is the most exciting thing to happen here in a long time, so I guess I should be grateful to the now-dead formicidae? Somehow I'm not, though. I found the bit of rain more enjoyable. I'll save my gratitude for the clouds that brought it.


( Sunday Verse )

Waiting to hear back from my niece about Friday's shopping arrangements. I need to know when she can pick the stuff up so I know what pickup time to arrange and when I'll have to do the actual ordering. I didn't have a nap this afternoon, so I'm getting very tired and can barely keep my eyes open, but I need that information before I can sleep.

I was hoping to get in a nice foot soak before bed, but the timing might not work out. It was a balmy day, and night is getting chilly, and my covers are looking so inviting, but I don't dare get under them before I get that return text. In this condition I'd just pass out and stay out for hours. I failed to eat dinner again too (slipped my mind.) A ramen bowl perhaps?

Oh, there. It's done. Instead of going to bed I fell asleep at the computer. The pickup won't be until late afternoon, so I can go to sleep now and not worry about not getting up early enough to order without rushing. There are always mistakes when I rush. More than there are when I don't. Oh cozy bed, who needs food when there are soft blankets?

I'm having quite the bad night tonight, with stomach upset and all, but the rain was nice. It's over now. the rain I mean, not the stomach upset. I hope that will be gone tomorrow. Right now I'm going to g lie down and maybe sleep. And hope I don't reflux. ech.

The Saturday nap lasted until after midnight, when I wandered sleep-dazed through my constrained space, not sure of what to do or not do with my constrained mind. On the Idernet I stumbled upon some old songs that evoked the faintest ghost of nostalgia, but that soon succumbed to forgetfulness. Perhaps the monotony of the mild days has brought doldrum. If so, it should end soon enough. Today will be balmy, but Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are to be cool and at least partly rainy. Maybe I will find alertness falling into my mind with the rain and freshened air. Or maybe not. It's nearing dawn and I'm getting sleepy again. I think maybe I don't care about much other than that right now.


( Sunday Verse )

The wind we were supposed to get Thursday was a bust, at least in the mini-metropolis. I don't know what happened in other parts of the region, but here we barely got any stiff breezes. I'm not disappointed, and rather sadly I'm not surprised. Forecasting is growing less accurate, after many decades of pretty steady improvement, and spring was always tough to predict anyway. Yes, it's definitely spring now, though there's no telling how long it will last, because, well, spring. The forecast is predicting more rain next Monday and Tuesday, but we shall see. I won't hold my breath.

In the meantime we're supposed to get a couple of hottish days (highs nearing eighty) Sunday and Monday. Again, we shall see. This is not the time of year one should make bets on the weather. Today, for example, was not only not windy, it was rather balmy. I would have gone out and sat in the back yard, if I were still doing such things. Instead, I got tired and took a four hour nap, waking up not long before sunset. That wasn't a surprise either. It might happen again tomorrow. Or not. Either way will be equally dull. And dull or not, it's what I'll write about. Life has gotten so unsurprising.

A very long afternoon nap ate up Tuesday evening, so dinner will be a midnight supper, I guess. I have no candles, so I won't be outdoing Hyacinth Bucket (and I doubt she'd serve warmed up leftovers anyway) but I'm hungry so it will at least be satisfying, if not the tastiest meal I've ever downed. Buggers can't be choosers, isn't that what they say? Anyway, coolish weather continuing, almost like an actual spring. I'll probably keep sleeping a lot.

Sunday brought rain and sun, alternating in such a way that I was able to get out to the laundry room without getting wet, and now I have clean clothes. Ooh, I Just forgot how to spell clothes and had to re-do it. Then I boiled some dinner which included some cabbage I'd forgotten I had that had not yet gone entirely bad. I suppose this counts as a lucky day. Maybe I'll come to regret having used up that luck on a few clean outfits and a dinner an impoverished Irish or German ancestor might have made, but for the moment I'm feeling pretty good about it, even though the sneezing has returned.

The rain is probably about over for now, but could return next week about this same time, and it's looking like the next two weeks will be on the coolish side, so I'll probably be getting a utility bill I'd rather not. And that bill will arrive during the latter part of the month, when the daily highs will be getting back up into the eighties, and I'll be confined indoors, dreaming about lazing on a long ago beach. Such a nostalgic sadness will be a brief, indulgent respite before true summer heat comes down, scorching my thoughts to ash. Thus will be the likely fate of my late days. I'll regret my lack of energy to do anything with it. Alone, surrounded by my thoughts falling through silence to oblivion.

Here is official news for all, to distract from my morose sighs: April 13, 2026 - Today is National Scrabble Day, National Make Lunch Count Day, National Liberation Day, National Unity Day, National Peach Cobbler Day, ... there are more, but I've decided it is also going to be Personal I Don't Give a Fuck Day. I probably ate too much cabbage. My stomach is out of sorts. Achoo.


( Sunday Verse )