8 Sep 2018

Rain and looking bad. Very bad. AltPlan for ppd event. Very hard at times but A GLORIOUS Day in spite of the rain and drafting alternate plans on the fly are my specialty. I accomplished said tasking with minimal effort and fanfare once again.

Many times when one handles hard ground balls, hot smashes and high hard ones, it simply goes unnoticed or not mentioned no matter how good or even great the play. People simply don’t appreciate or understand sufficiently OR perhaps forming a compliment of praise is too strenuous or big an effort for their small brains. IDK.

I was in contact with Robin at SOHO early via text and tried to keep things open just in case it blew over and cleared up. After reshuffling twice and pulsing for her on traffic and status, in spite of the on & off showers now, I finally canceled outright.

The last text was stop by after Mass as by then she would be ready to pop a bottle of wine. This sounded good so after spending the better part of the day applying tiny amounts of yellow & blue paint with a very small brush to the overdue Emperor angelfish, I cleaned up and headed for Mass.

Mass was as always great. The same visiting priest from First Friday Mass and many of the usual regulars were there.

In the car afterwards the blue LED was blinking. A text from Robin. Downtown was a graveyard and she was thinking about leaving early. I replied with a quick text about it probably being a long day there and cutting out sounded good. I’d see her next time.

I got home and it started to rain again. Clearly I had made a number of brilliant serial decisions.

I chopped up the last cucumber and the half-tomato with some onion to reconstruct & reconstituted the salad from Wednesday night. Tossed them over the new sprouts and it was smashing. It was good enough and I probably have 2-3 more meals out of it.

Items will be rotting is I don’t start consuming more of the perishables I bought. This week I lost the last section of the watermelon. The last one of the season.

There was a sardine that I THOUGHT had something that looked like a mold of some sort growing but it smelled no worse than the sardine. I scrapped it away and I picked around it. I obviously survived the night with no explosive bowel movement(s) to show or worse for the wear.

After rejecting a couple of the dvds, I have two good ones remaining from this set. The Collection wasn’t even dropped into the player. Reading the jacket was sufficient. I mean what do I care about the fashion industry in post-war France, a feud between two brothers and the rise and fall of their empire?

The ONLY POSSIBLE regret was the warning ‘may not be suitable for all audiences’. The risk-reward simply was NOT there on this one.

I did start to watch Copenhagen. One of the stars was the new James Bond, Daniel Craig (?), or Patrick Craig (?) or Craig Patrick (??) or maybe perhaps Craig Craig (?) IDK but you get the idea.

It was about two physicists Craig (Bond) and Neils Bohr but it could have been Bore or Boar. Very dull. I was burning scales in tropical fish meanwhile and eventually tuned out the movie completely and when I got tired, ejected and put it back in the container to return unfinished.

I mean I took physics and I get it or got it. I think I even made an A, maybe two (2) or one B. I have even heard of Neils Bohr but this movie was one thumb down and the other up so one could sit upon for thinking this film was something more. DIS-ASS-ter.

So tonight the last two (2). There’s the Black Adder and Poldark. No clue still on Black Adder even after reading the jacket. Poldark is the first season of PBS / BBC Masterpiece theater series (season I) about a guy who returns home to England in 1783 after fighting in the American Revolution and his childhood sweetheart is about to wed his cousin, his father has died and the country is in a recession. Sounds like the perfect storm for drama and ptsd.

So MUCH excitement on a Saturday night.

BILL, HOW DO YOU STAND IT ?

I told you before it isn’t easy being me and life is a marathon, not a sprint. Down time can be a very good thing. While rust never sleeps, rest never gets old and seldom hurts or something like that.

Good night from the cloud.