November 28, 2014
November 28, 2014
Meow-ow-ow-wow! Wake up call. 3:30AM…5:30AM…8:30AM out, in, out, in. Thus is the life of a host to a formerly outdoor half-feral cat.
Fuck sleep. Something irritable in the bowel somewhere. Did eat at my mother’s. Fifteen hours ago. Sounds about right.
Lost my phone two weekends ago. That Monday morning asked about near the studio. Someone turned in a piece of cell phone to the coffee shop found in a snow bank in the alleyway. We all had a good laugh.
Got another phone with some excitement at the deal, $7.99 marked down from $49.99 at my Kroger-based grocery. (T-mobile wanted $65.00 and a credit check.) Lasted a week before some of the buttons quit working. Was unable to get a refund, was over the ten-minute limit for that. Got a Smartphone at same place, $34.99 marked down from $89.99. We’ll see. Wrote a thank you e-mail to my second client who’d been lending me a family extension for free two years, and gave him my new number.
Had a nice visit last night though, both places. Got to help run an errand to help my brother’s son-in-law, who went out to Target and bought a large screen TV. I was there when his mom cautioned him, “Don’t you want to save that for college?” We took the seat out of the back of my brother’s Explorer to make sure we could get it inside and made the trip up the interstate from the suburbs. People are already putting up Christmas lights and decorations in the suburbs. Had a satirical vision of a lit up Jesus in a KKK robe smiling with a rifle and hangman’s rope in each hand. You know, prince of peace.
We get there and there are all these young couples shopping in some kind of uniform, rhinestone-spangled buttocks, tear-the-leather-car-seats-up kind of jeans, baseball cap and barn-coated husbands. But wait! There was black grandfather with a kid coming out with bags and no one wrestling them to the ground.
We load the thing. All I can think was when we were kids we would have been fighting over the box it came in to play “air hockey” on top of it and just imagine the “air” part that was missing.
As we are leaving some guy is holding a cardboard sign at the parking lot exit. “Will work on Turkey Day”. (No Shit.) My glasses are dirty or fogged. Getting up close he looks like a skinny Santa Claus with white beard and grey stocking cap. He is even wearing a red coat. I feel horrible for a while. It is such a weird society where the haves and have-nots are so far apart but living in the same dimension. And the things being bought this night seemed to be designed to increase the distance by entertainments; by making illusions bigger and more vacuous, more real than real. And nothing happens in a vacuum. And I’m just another one, removing myself to the largest “big-screen” of all every night to live in the dark like it’s a blessing. The stars out here are brighter, but seem like pin-holes where the light can only enter slowly, by eons.
Home again.
Home again.
Kitty healing up. Wants out.
Sorry buddy. You’re retired. No more fighting without teeth.
Was this another easy Holiday to swallow? Maybe the Prozac is working.
I don’t know. Time to try and make something happen again…in a vacuum.
Meow-ow-ow-wow! Wake up call. 3:30AM…5:30AM…8:30AM out, in, out, in. Thus is the life of a host to a formerly outdoor half-feral cat.
Fuck sleep. Something irritable in the bowel somewhere. Did eat at my mother’s. Fifteen hours ago. Sounds about right.
Lost my phone two weekends ago. That Monday morning asked about near the studio. Someone turned in a piece of cell phone to the coffee shop found in a snow bank in the alleyway. We all had a good laugh.
Got another phone with some excitement at the deal, $7.99 marked down from $49.99 at my Kroger-based grocery. (T-mobile wanted $65.00 and a credit check.) Lasted a week before some of the buttons quit working. Was unable to get a refund, was over the ten-minute limit for that. Got a Smartphone at same place, $34.99 marked down from $89.99. We’ll see. Wrote a thank you e-mail to my second client who’d been lending me a family extension for free two years, and gave him my new number.
Had a nice visit last night though, both places. Got to help run an errand to help my brother’s son-in-law, who went out to Target and bought a large screen TV. I was there when his mom cautioned him, “Don’t you want to save that for college?” We took the seat out of the back of my brother’s Explorer to make sure we could get it inside and made the trip up the interstate from the suburbs. People are already putting up Christmas lights and decorations in the suburbs. Had a satirical vision of a lit up Jesus in a KKK robe smiling with a rifle and hangman’s rope in each hand. You know, prince of peace.
We get there and there are all these young couples shopping in some kind of uniform, rhinestone-spangled buttocks, tear-the-leather-car-seats-up kind of jeans, baseball cap and barn-coated husbands. But wait! There was black grandfather with a kid coming out with bags and no one wrestling them to the ground.
We load the thing. All I can think was when we were kids we would have been fighting over the box it came in to play “air hockey” on top of it and just imagine the “air” part that was missing.
As we are leaving some guy is holding a cardboard sign at the parking lot exit. “Will work on Turkey Day”. (No Shit.) My glasses are dirty or fogged. Getting up close he looks like a skinny Santa Claus with white beard and grey stocking cap. He is even wearing a red coat. I feel horrible for a while. It is such a weird society where the haves and have-nots are so far apart but living in the same dimension. And the things being bought this night seemed to be designed to increase the distance by entertainments; by making illusions bigger and more vacuous, more real than real. And nothing happens in a vacuum. And I’m just another one, removing myself to the largest “big-screen” of all every night to live in the dark like it’s a blessing. The stars out here are brighter, but seem like pin-holes where the light can only enter slowly, by eons.
Home again.
Home again.
Kitty healing up. Wants out.
Sorry buddy. You’re retired. No more fighting without teeth.
Was this another easy Holiday to swallow? Maybe the Prozac is working.
I don’t know. Time to try and make something happen again…in a vacuum.