When I was an unformed youth I revelled in reading novels dealing with war and heroism, the more jingoistic the better. Vietnam cured me of this aberration. Prison stories about hardened criminals carving Swiss Army knives out of a bar of Lava soap once held my interest. A dime at Q cured me of this fascination .. wait .. was it Folsom or maybe just a bad dream? Shoot, I even wasted a year or two reading Science Fiction.Continue reading “The More I Read, the More I Want To Read”
Another month in isolation. It’s raining (it’s always raining). I’m reading books and watching Criterion. T***p is well along the way to self destruction (there are still predictions out there insisting T***p will not make it to November). I’m living on cauliflower and smoked salmon dreaming of meatloaf in mushroom gravy. Sometimes I am envious of T***p’s Big Macs and KFC.
I don’t know if there is any connection with this pandemic isolation but I am feeling older and older. I rely on my rolling walker to make even the shortest trip across the bedroom (especially at night). I have to ask my son-in-law to open jars for me. My eyes water constantly and I find myself making the computer font larger almost weekly. I still have a sense of humor and a trickle of a sex drive (ha! that’s useful) but two things I have often heard of as diminishing with old age seem to have missed me: I now sleep more than ever and I love to eat.Continue reading “Is It November 3rd Yet?”
I have had a tough week.
First, WordPress, the site which hosts my weblog, dropped support for the editor I finally had gotten used to, making updates and additions somewhat more efficient than they had been under the old old editor. Now there is the new “Block” editor and I was forced to go page by page through the website updating to the new editor.
And this doesn’t even account for the added time I was forced to spend learning new ways to do what was almost automatic before.Continue reading “Aw, Nubbins!”