Still life with fartknocker.
It's an actual phenomenon. As soon as I try to sleep, my dog gets up and starts pacing around, clanking and thudding on the brass drum floors. My loss of sleep has been so bad that I can barely read the computer screen, with or without glasses. I don't know how much of this is permanent eye prop, temp eye prob, and/or CFS brain prob. I can tell you my CFS brain feels like a drunken mummy baking in a brick crypt.
Relenting again, last night, post-bed-time, I got up and took him out front. As we went out, the tall boy with the big black chow walked by. Seeing that my dog looked up to it, and eager, I decided to take him for a rare walk, in the dank, rarefied air. So, we went down the street, stopped outside the mansion lot, then started back on the opposite side. His limp was not too bad. He recognised the house, coming home.
This was a warm night, heavy after rain, and it reminded me of boyhood days in this city, relishing every single summer night I could find. Fugitive from the prison of my bed. Sometimes entranced by the coolness of my sister and her boyfriend. Sometimes hunting strange new insects alone and somewhat prey, myself. These days, one night is as good as another, for the most part, sub-zero to tropical, silent to festive, tragic to devoid of meaning. But it felt nice to walk, last night, remembering the important things, lost so long ago. Good for me, and good for my dog.
He had a good time, entertaining his ambitious nose. I had thought that a walk should make him tired, and make him sleep. I also remembered the days, only a few years ago, when I could never take him for a walk, because his enthusiasm was just uncontrollable, and I was pulled behind, confounded, exhausted and at a loss. Onlookers had no idea what it meant to walk a strong male Akita. Poor dog, I couldn't take him more than a block. And this is one of his missed opportunities for which I feel sad and responsible.
When we returned home, last night, he continued with ore disturbing agitations but, everntually, after the walk, and after one human-sized melatonin mixed into his water, he finally left me alone, and wandered off to the land of curly tails and dancing noses. And I finally got maybe 4 or 5 hours of sleep. But, after installing the AC, and after the walk, and after the cumulative effect of all this trouble, I am not in great shape.
The air in the living room is a little cooler and drier, with both my AC and the house's central fan and so-said AC going all night. Now I need to think of tidying that back bedroom, which is basically a storage shed, and maybe unfurling the large futon, so we can both go back there and together save a little energy. Did you know energy was going extinct?
PS: I declare Jiaxing my territory, and expect tributes of free green tea for life. Mauritius is also my territory. And any islands with penguins, who are citizens of my abstractions. I also declare the Big Lotto winning ticket to be my territory. If you so much as look upon any of these, I will threaten nuclear war. For I am a privileged, developing narcissist. Send me your coal, your plastic, your tainted metal - your jobs, your businesses, your high-tech inventions - your land! I raise my voice beside the golden calf.
Relenting again, last night, post-bed-time, I got up and took him out front. As we went out, the tall boy with the big black chow walked by. Seeing that my dog looked up to it, and eager, I decided to take him for a rare walk, in the dank, rarefied air. So, we went down the street, stopped outside the mansion lot, then started back on the opposite side. His limp was not too bad. He recognised the house, coming home.
This was a warm night, heavy after rain, and it reminded me of boyhood days in this city, relishing every single summer night I could find. Fugitive from the prison of my bed. Sometimes entranced by the coolness of my sister and her boyfriend. Sometimes hunting strange new insects alone and somewhat prey, myself. These days, one night is as good as another, for the most part, sub-zero to tropical, silent to festive, tragic to devoid of meaning. But it felt nice to walk, last night, remembering the important things, lost so long ago. Good for me, and good for my dog.
He had a good time, entertaining his ambitious nose. I had thought that a walk should make him tired, and make him sleep. I also remembered the days, only a few years ago, when I could never take him for a walk, because his enthusiasm was just uncontrollable, and I was pulled behind, confounded, exhausted and at a loss. Onlookers had no idea what it meant to walk a strong male Akita. Poor dog, I couldn't take him more than a block. And this is one of his missed opportunities for which I feel sad and responsible.
When we returned home, last night, he continued with ore disturbing agitations but, everntually, after the walk, and after one human-sized melatonin mixed into his water, he finally left me alone, and wandered off to the land of curly tails and dancing noses. And I finally got maybe 4 or 5 hours of sleep. But, after installing the AC, and after the walk, and after the cumulative effect of all this trouble, I am not in great shape.
The air in the living room is a little cooler and drier, with both my AC and the house's central fan and so-said AC going all night. Now I need to think of tidying that back bedroom, which is basically a storage shed, and maybe unfurling the large futon, so we can both go back there and together save a little energy. Did you know energy was going extinct?
PS: I declare Jiaxing my territory, and expect tributes of free green tea for life. Mauritius is also my territory. And any islands with penguins, who are citizens of my abstractions. I also declare the Big Lotto winning ticket to be my territory. If you so much as look upon any of these, I will threaten nuclear war. For I am a privileged, developing narcissist. Send me your coal, your plastic, your tainted metal - your jobs, your businesses, your high-tech inventions - your land! I raise my voice beside the golden calf.