Wednesday Morning

A good sleep last night. I slept in three-hour blocks. Making up for last night's deficit, I suppose, with Pop's medical all-nighter.

I hate it when I can practically see a dream in my memory but cannot begin to attach a word to it, like I am trying to describe the aroma of coffee. It's there, but it's not there.

I wasted a good bit of my morning Binging through sexvids on violated Japanese teachers, which I have come to think of as a subspecies of chikan videos. Indeed, some of the best videos combine them, with a hot little teacher getting it both on the bus/train and in the classroom.

I am tempted to berate myself about what a worthless life I've led, but I really don't want to do that anymore. It is what it is. What did I have to work with? I cannot see how my life would have been any more meaningful working in a kitchen or stocking shelves, or even doing drone work in an office. I'd never get lucky with the cute chickies. I am even kind of fortunate, in a sad sort of way, to have the luxury of spending my days amusing myself as I please, not having to work for others for my room and board. It's just not anything that I can brag about.

Mission Impossible

Last night, I was browsing at Amazon, and I noticed that the old "Mission Impossible" series is available for free streaming for Prime members. I gave the show a shot before going to bed. I was a little wary when I saw that the show goes back to 1966. How good could it be? I was still hoping it might be fun. I was disappointed. However, I consider that it might get better in the last seasons. I certainly remember enjoying it, though I was a small child. I think I will try a later show before dismissing it. Maybe it gets better when Peter Graves comes on board. I was surprised when it was not him that picked up the self-destroying message.

Chores and Time

Pop is singing, "Oh, oh, oh, I'm going out of my mind," and repeat and repeat to exhaustion. It sounds like a new song.

He is singing it while getting dressed to go out. I caught it because I was going to my room to get the grocery list. I almost forgot the list again. Chores, chores, chores ... I still got that toilet to clean. And I want to wash my clothes this afternoon. Also, Pop is set to start cutting tree limbs for our brush pick-up, and I figure I need to go out and help with that. Well, I suppose chores help to keep us grounded in reality and to help keep up with time. It counts, you know, the way we spend our time, even the way I spend my time. It counts.

Home Life

I gave "Oriental Babysitter"another rip.

That was pre-nap, a little something to help me sleep. Right now, Pop is out cutting limbs. He has to do it when the sun is straight up. I asked him to wait until after six and I will help, but he only tells me to come out when I want, that he is taking it easy. If he insists on acting as though he is forty, I do not really feel like fighting him. Maybe I underestimate his vigor. If he couldn't do it, he wouldn't be doing it, right? The fear, of course, is that he is pushing himself and might incur a stroke. Well, I'm thinking more like 6:30, after I have had my snack.

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Here we go! Pop sees now that he is not up to handling such labor. He is going to wait for me.

The Trees

That was a big job. Pruning the trees. If I felt a little guilty for not going out to help Pop right away, we can now wipe that clean. I even risked my health, trying to snap limbs while high up on the ladder. I easily could have broken my limbs! I still have to collect some of the trimmings lying on the ground, for disposal, and Pop might want to do a little more work, though it's kind of a busy time running up to grocery day. In any case, the worst of it is over. I'm glad I thawed out the hamburger patty. I thought I might want a little more fortification after the job, and I was right.

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I'm so tired and drowsy, and it's not even eleven yet. I would have liked to spend some more time on Magic Mountain, but I am going to have to opt for bed.