Tuesday Morning

Shit, I almost forgot! It's our day to water. Although the chances for rain are supposed to be solid on Thursday and Friday, we've been running dry too long for me to take chances. I at least want to do the strip by the patio running to the gate. Indeed, checking the forecast again, I see that the chance for rain at the end of the week just evaporated. So, I need to do a pretty good watering for the whole lawn, but I just lost most of the morning. Well, I'll have a few hours tonight, and that strip will be taken care of already.

I was about to jump in the shower before I remembered. I wonder how it came to me, what brought it to mind. Well, it did, and that's all that matters.

I really need a shower, too, badly. I am so grungy, but I'm just going to have to wait a little longer, until I finish that strip. I spent the morning knocking out another good wank session, which I think I needed. Pop had left for his surgery. And it was a tough night. He had to wake up at 3:30 to finish drinking the solution the doctor prescribed for him in preparation for the surgery. To kill time until the morning, he actually did some heavy-duty cleaning in the kitchen. He cleaned the window blinds. At least he wasn't noisy, but ... he really stunk up the kitchen. Fortunately, with the cooler nights, I was able to keep the front door open to help air out the house. It is hard to feel very aggrieved over this, considering the hard night he had, and the whole struggle of these two days. He's tough at 73 and chugs through it. I'm pretty sure he is tougher than me. I would rather take my chances with cancer and have Suicide serve as my nurse.

Funny, I'm not even sure why he is having surgery. I think he is having a colonoscopy, and googling it, I suppose it's an exploratory procedure. I don't know, though, why they suspect something, what symptoms prompted the call for the operation. I don't think it really qualifies, though, as Pop would have it, as "going under the knife". I presume no knives will be involved. Still, it is certainly more intrusive than anything I would care to suffer, anesthetized or not.

Home Life

The grunge is gone from my body and hair. All showered up. But I must say, the shower itself looks quite grungy. That's going to have to wait, though. My toilet has fallen again into another somewhat disgusting state. Even after it is flushed, it still stinks. That's a 'code red' emergency.

Before I even dry myself, Pop is home already. I didn't think he was going to be back until the evening. It turns out that he is going to have to repeat the procedure in another few months. There was a polyp that is settled perfectly flat in his colon, and the doctor couldn't get at it and wants another look later.

TV

I am giving "Ally McBeal" a shot. A second shot, I should say, or, actually, a third shot. She's been on my mind, though I almost changed my mind when I saw the "PG" rating. Couldn't it at least be PG-14, or whatever the next higher one is? The first time I tried this show, when it was running on TV, back in the 90s, I was too put off by its white upper-middle-classdom, and it seemed to taunt me for my failure to become a lawyer myself - as if graduating law school and passing the bar would have made me one of them. Nevertheless, now in old age, maybe I can refrain from taking it personally. I like looking at her. I like her preference for short skirts. It is certainly playing with the limits of their "PG" rating.

I have also changed my video-streaming routine. Instead of just focusing on a few shows, I am now going to cast a wide net over as many shows that interest me. Then, I will let shows drop as they cease to interest me. The original idea was to get cozy with some of the shows, by focusing nearly exclusively, but I see that I do not really care for any of them that much. They are mostly just old television shows after all, most of them even being bland network shows, such as "Ally", "Medium", and "West Wing". It can only help the appeal of these shows if I do not focus that tightly on them.

I half-feel that I am really wasting my time watching these shows. But what are the alternatives? I don't feel that keen on spending more time looking at my RSS-reader, nor do I feel a real urge to copy things down for my hardcover journals or for my book-blogging. Besides, it feels so relaxing to sit down for a few minutes, during my reading breaks, and to just let a show wash over me. It is so easy, and if the shows are not that genuinely fascinating, they are apparently distracting and engaging enough. Seriously, between the books, the shows, and writing in my spill journal, I can feel as though I have found my perfect routine.

Cats and Cable Guys

Bad timing for Coco. Within minutes of letting her out, some cable guys from AT&T came to work on the lines in our back yard, and now she is hiding out somewhere, probably a little hungry. It was great timing for Sammy, though. When I let Coco out, he came in. Ash, for her part, has been content to stay inside all day.