I kept thinking that I should post something on here just for form, as it's been--what?--about five weeks now. But I'm not much interested in documenting my somewhat boring life, and, besides, I don't think anyone reads this thing. A couple people, I guess. And you know who you are. I appreciate you!
So, this feels like I am writing a letter instead of a blog post. How are you? I am fine. This was how I was taught to begin letters. This is still how I write emails, more or less, especially nowadays. Are you dead or hideously compromised by the Covid-19 yet? And, I'm still alive and kicking--so far so good. And this is all important information.
My girlfriend and partner and house-mate (all one person) and myself have a routine where she works on her book in the morning, during which time I pretend to work on my pretend book. It seems to be more fictitious than fiction, but whatever, and then we go to lunch and then try to walk for a mile or two. For lunch, if we don't eat at home, and we usually don't, we go to a drive-thru somewhere. I have always hated drive-thrus, but now I'm getting used to the idea, and I kind of like sitting in my car, eating and talking and/or listening to the radio. I may not like it when we return to sitting inside places to eat--although I miss some of the places we used to go to that don't have drive-thru. Sometimes certain food just isn't conducive to eating in the car, like Italian. Sometimes I think we may never return to normal, but that's probably being a little too pessimistic.
The other thing we do that we didn't do so much before is read news. I bet I easily read more news than President Trump does. Well . . . never mind. Too easy. Anyway, I read a lot of news from different sources, being careful not to create an information ideological bubble (read: I try to stomach my way through Fox News until the gag reflex kicks in.) We spend a lot of time talking it over. I'm not trying to brag or anything. I don't feel any smarter. In fact, I feel more than ever that I am sorely lacking and ill-informed in many areas now so conspicuous in the news of current events. But, it's something to do. And, I'm learning.
Two book ideas. One, the same old one, can't get off the ground, and the other, a book about my working career at the phone company, is sort of stalling and lurching and grinding to halts in turns. Trouble is, I can't imagine who would be interested in reading about "life at the phone company," which is really not even the working title. Probably more like, "Bell, Schmell." But, I digress.
Which is my problem.
Later.
Dear Roy.
ReplyDeleteHi. How are you? Oh wait you already told us that. I begin again.
Dear Roy,
Hi. Nice to read your letter. I am glad you are fine. (You are right?) Anyway . . . I am fine too. I now have a bike. I guess that means I will be expected to ride it. (It wasn't my idea to get bikes. It was his.)
I never watch FOX. I don't attend hate rallies either. Or go to evangelical churches even though, if I did, Jesus would protect me from dying.
Darn. Look at me. I did it again. Went wildly off track, became arguably argumentative by the third line (not counting salutations etc).
I think I'm in a bad mood because my boyfriend, partner, house-mate keeps telling my I'm going to need to train up to ride my new bike, and have commitment.
It's too early to think about this. Must have more coffee.
Bye for now.
asha
PS. I'm going to use this reply in my next blog post and I hope you won't be offended but I'm going to have to do it even if you are. (There I go being offensive again. Fuck off, Asha!) The thing is, there isn't much else to write about these days. You understand.
Stay safe. :)
The one thing about riding a bicycle--it is like rocket science, or brain surgery. Once you learn it, you never forget.
ReplyDeleteMy girlfriend and partner and house-mate (all one person) advises me that I have been trying to be like everyone else my whole life and do things the way they do but if I'm going to deal with the way my brain is actually wired and have a shot at being happy (yes, I acknowledge there's a very long untold story there) then I need to recognize that I'm a fish and quit trying to climb trees like everyone else. This reminds one of the old adage about fish and bicycles, which is why your conversation above made me think of this.
ReplyDeleteI too digress, and it's a problem, but I am slowly and steadily making progress on my book, or if not my book, then in working on my book. Still, today could be a good day to repair my bicycle and go for a swim.