Sunday, January 3, 2016
The Docket
I wish I know people who also live in this apartment complex. Sure, I've waved to a couple and even spoke some WORDS to a few, but no-one I could ask to catsit for me. For years I never had to worry about this sort of thing because I didn't have any pets of my own. Now I'm ward of two cats and one dog. This week I have to clean the apartment, get some canned dog food, and pack for that road adventure. Rocky the Wonder Beagle is navigating but los gatos will be here under the car or a professional catsitter.
Living is easy with eyes closed
Every now and then I get in a Beatles mood and want to hear the spacey sounds and brilliant wordplay. One of these days I'll find some lexicon or something that describes every quib and phrase, but until then I'll just gripe at Google Music for munging my playlists.
Drinking coffee in the early evening does little to stop feeling woozy. Perhaps it was the second half of the Oregon Ducks-Ohio State Buckeyes game. Yes folks, a couple cups of Sisters Coffee Dark Roast has even less oomph than the Oregon D being able to stop THE Ohio State.
The J.V.
I can't tell if the lack of energy that I'm experiencing comes from the operation or the fact that it's so friggin' cold outside. So much from being battle-hardened from all those winters in Cleveland. I was able to do the kind of breathing exercises that I remember from twenty years ago: breath in through the nose and out through the mouth. The local newscast says that it'll snow tomorrow but then it'll turn to rain. That tells me enough to not worry about any of the this because it's simply not cold enough.
In spite of the suckiness of the Cleveland Browns, I still root for them. When I first arrived in Cleveland, they were good. The routinely made the playoffs and were a real contender. Maybe I dreamed it all up during one of those blizzards and they've always wallowed in the Factory of Sadness. Not a wimpy 28F storm, but the kind of blizzard that one can't see past one's frozen nose. At least I have other teams that I root for (Seahawks, Packers).
In spite of the suckiness of the Cleveland Browns, I still root for them. When I first arrived in Cleveland, they were good. The routinely made the playoffs and were a real contender. Maybe I dreamed it all up during one of those blizzards and they've always wallowed in the Factory of Sadness. Not a wimpy 28F storm, but the kind of blizzard that one can't see past one's frozen nose. At least I have other teams that I root for (Seahawks, Packers).
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