sunday afternoon
Greetings from the pandemic heatwave. The blinds are pulled, the door is firmly locked, the AC is turned high. I'm three beers in, with a whiskey chaser helping the fourth along. I have a long, long list of things to watch. Lunch in my belly.
Was tired all day yesterday. After getting a few strange emails from my mother, I called her. She's been calling her utility companies, because she's lonely, and is that desperate to talk to someone. Anyone. On this occasion she called the cable/internet folks because she "had questions." She wouldn't tell me what those questions were. She said she talked to them about the "free antivirus software." Then she told me about how she signed up or downloaded or joined some reunion thing and found a guy she knew from high school and how she's been corresponding with him. Um...Mom, do me a favor, can you just not use your phone or email? Ever. I had enough, got her to make promises she won't keep, hung up.
By this time the fireworks had started going off. I went out on the back porch to watch it all over the trees and rooftops. My hillbilly neighbors from the basement apartment next-door were out in the alley blowing off a good $500 worth. Drinking, smoking up, he almost blew her up once, and his hands I don't know how many times. When they'd run through most of it, she lit a long sparkler and started dancing around the alley, swinging her hips around slow, cutoffs and a halter top. The light was bad, and that helped. They staggered back in and so did I. The show was over. They didn't burn the church down. I'd been tired since noon, collapsed into bed and dreamt I was in London, and I'd somehow gotten in without a passport.
Woke up thinking about this house, and how I wanted to buy it and live in it.
I'm going to watch a lot of TV now.
Click to viewWas tired all day yesterday. After getting a few strange emails from my mother, I called her. She's been calling her utility companies, because she's lonely, and is that desperate to talk to someone. Anyone. On this occasion she called the cable/internet folks because she "had questions." She wouldn't tell me what those questions were. She said she talked to them about the "free antivirus software." Then she told me about how she signed up or downloaded or joined some reunion thing and found a guy she knew from high school and how she's been corresponding with him. Um...Mom, do me a favor, can you just not use your phone or email? Ever. I had enough, got her to make promises she won't keep, hung up.
By this time the fireworks had started going off. I went out on the back porch to watch it all over the trees and rooftops. My hillbilly neighbors from the basement apartment next-door were out in the alley blowing off a good $500 worth. Drinking, smoking up, he almost blew her up once, and his hands I don't know how many times. When they'd run through most of it, she lit a long sparkler and started dancing around the alley, swinging her hips around slow, cutoffs and a halter top. The light was bad, and that helped. They staggered back in and so did I. The show was over. They didn't burn the church down. I'd been tired since noon, collapsed into bed and dreamt I was in London, and I'd somehow gotten in without a passport.
Woke up thinking about this house, and how I wanted to buy it and live in it.
I'm going to watch a lot of TV now.