Sunday Morning

Tough morning. In preparation for the back neighbor, I let Coco and Ash in at around five. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get any sleep until Sammy is inside, and he did not come until 6:30. I was able to sleep at seven and woke up a little after 8:30. I could have used another hour of sleep, but it's not too bad.

I had a dream, and I was able to keep it after I got up for a bathroom run, but I did not write it down, and it is completely forgotten now. I know that it did not mean much to me. Yet, I should've kept it, if only to exercise the dream muscles.

Back Neighbor

The neighbors are in our back yard, and, god,there are so many big tree limbs littering our yard. I pray that they do not expect me to move them to the curb. I can easily imagine Pop offering them my services to make their load lighter: "Oh, don't worry about those! My son will get them."

Men

"Are they done already?" I asked.

Pop said, "Yup. They work good together."

I wonder if he feels the embarrassment that I do, in how poorly we compare to them, as we do to so many men when it comes to such work. We are more like women than men compared to just regular guys. To us, it seems like they do the work of giants.

I cannot cry about it anymore. I am used to it, and it is late in life now. I much prefer to spend my time in Mallon's re-creation of the Reagan years, and, tomorrow, to contentedly lose myself in some critical essays on Mann's "Magic Mountain".

Pre-Bed

Time gets away from me again. So, let's just do a big pre-bed summation of the afternoon and evening.

The Cowboys played today. They had the late afternoon game at 3:30. Lorie did not come. She called in sick. That's a bummer for Pop, but a break for me, and I took advantage of it. I enjoyed a big nap, making up for some of the sleep I lost in the early morning hours. When I woke up, I was feeling randy, and I decided to break out a DVD, one I have not watched in a long, long time, not in years, a Max Hardcore video, a "Golden Guzzlers" one. I'm not really into golden showers, but at least a lot of the waterworks in Max's video are of the right sort. Let's just say that it is not something that would make even sex-positive feminists very happy. For those feminists who believe that all pornography is necessarily evil, well, they would only feel confirmed in their attitudes with this special piece of cinema.

It is well past time for my shower. I am living grunge, so greasy and icky.

After that, I spend my quality time on Mallon's novel. I end a little early on this Sunday evening, breaking off after a chapter, with Nixon sadly mulling over his mishandling of Watergate. If I pushed on with the novel throughout the evening, I probably would need only one more day to finish it. Ordinarily, I would extend my 'fiction weekend' for the extra day, but I am still quite eager to get into those critical essays on "Magic Mountain". I am thinking how much sweeter it will be since I will also be reading the novel in the evenings.

Finishing up my day, I am trying to knock out one of my stacked up articles that I culled from my travels across the wondrous World Wide Web. I have been letting these articles lie dormant, which is another reason why my show blog has been very quiet lately. I have been opting to read "Magic Mountain", if not the Mallon novel, in the evenings rather that those articles, and even tonight I was strongly tempted to stay on that course. However, with the big Mann week in front of my, I found the will to hit an article instead. It's a good piece, too, on Wittgenstein, giving a great summary of his philosophical work, and without going over my head and glazing my eyes.

I just need to remember to take care of my dishes too. I had a frozen pizza for lunch, so that I needed to eat something more substantial for dinner. It couldn't be just another sandwich and some chips. That means I have more dishes to wash. I know I said that I was going to give up on frozen pizzas (I've said it a number of times), but I still cannot face losing a longstanding item from my very short menu.