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Pop does not want me watering. That bill. I am just going to do that strip from the gate. I do not want that to get balder. Actually, I've been impressed by the way grass is filling in some of the space over this summer's watering. I'd like to keep that going. It's only about an hour's worth of watering, and at less than half-power.
Sep. 8th, 2015
Hand of God
Sep. 8th, 2015 09:31 amI finished "Hand of God" last night. It turned out to be another case of being unable to close the deal. I was with them all the way until the resolution - about the last ten, fifteen minutes, I guess. It seemed to make everything kind of pointless. A jilted woman was behind it all?, a woman's scorn??
And how about the very end? It looked like the son was going to be saved, but just as they go to the closing credits, we hear the continuous beep of the flatline. It felt like they were giving the audience the finger for taking the show seriously at all.
It's not unusual. A novel, or a show, gets your attention and keeps you riveted ... only to have everything fall apart at the end with the resolution. It's as though the writer gets tired of his project and just wants to wrap things up, with a pretty bow on top. It kind of ruins the whole experience.
And how about the very end? It looked like the son was going to be saved, but just as they go to the closing credits, we hear the continuous beep of the flatline. It felt like they were giving the audience the finger for taking the show seriously at all.
It's not unusual. A novel, or a show, gets your attention and keeps you riveted ... only to have everything fall apart at the end with the resolution. It's as though the writer gets tired of his project and just wants to wrap things up, with a pretty bow on top. It kind of ruins the whole experience.
It does't look like Kay is in any hurry to leave. Is it possible that she may stay all week, instead of leave and come back a couple of days later? I am afraid so. That kind of wipes out the advantage I enjoyed from having the house to myself for a couple of days. At least I scored some Kentucky Fried Chicken for lunch. They were rooted in the kitchen all afternoon, and instead of forcing my way it, I took a shot. Pop even paid for it.
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I spoke too soon. She has left. And Pop has gone out on his rounds. I am tempted to have a wank session, but it is pretty late in the afternoon.
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I spoke too soon. She has left. And Pop has gone out on his rounds. I am tempted to have a wank session, but it is pretty late in the afternoon.
The Daily Routine
Sep. 8th, 2015 07:20 pmI am having a hard time making more headway in my book-blogging and my hardcover journals. In a cinch, I could simplify my routine to just reading my books and writing in my spill blog and leave it at that. Now, I have a little incentive to work on my hardcover journals, because these notebooks are an important part of my reading life. They especially come in handy when I am reading late at night, trying to exhaust the last fumes of my energy. The only thing that I can enjoy reading then are my hardcover notebooks, filled with my favorite quotations and favorite memories. However, I do already have five books filled out, so that there is not a pressing need to get more work done. Yet, I could double my number of filled out books and it would still be only a small fraction of what I want to get done. For now, in any case, I am just going to have to accept that it will be very slow progress. But I am good. No real complaints. I am very into the slow and easy, which goes well with old age.
For a few days now, I have been feeling this strong urge to visit Sugar's Twitter. However, I know that if I give in to this temptation, I will get addicted again and it will become like a compulsive disorder with me. This is what has always happened in years past when I have tried and failed to let that part of my past go. Like an alcoholic, I don't think I can afford to take that drink. I really do miss the old days, though.
Overhearing Pop talking to Jack on the phone, I gather that he is hankering for a tombstone, apparently taking no note at all of the fact that he did not feel so sentimental toward mother. In any case, it is doubtful Jack can pay for that, and it certainly will not be coming from me, unless Amazon is offering one for about fifty dollars.
I am reminded that, in the event of Pop's death, it probably will be Jack that will have to take care of the business. I probably shouldn't even be hanging around the day after he dies. It's just ... when the moment actually falls ... I am very insecure about what step will follow what step. I just go on hoping that we have more time, but if anything is certain in this world, it is that that that desperate, pathetic hope will fail one day - and then one step will have to follow another, I will necessarily have to do something, even if it just to drop on the floor in a fetal position.
I am reminded that, in the event of Pop's death, it probably will be Jack that will have to take care of the business. I probably shouldn't even be hanging around the day after he dies. It's just ... when the moment actually falls ... I am very insecure about what step will follow what step. I just go on hoping that we have more time, but if anything is certain in this world, it is that that that desperate, pathetic hope will fail one day - and then one step will have to follow another, I will necessarily have to do something, even if it just to drop on the floor in a fetal position.