Wednesday

Okay, that's why Sugar went stateside. She is writing a story on a Canadian football player who made it to the NFL, David Onyemata. Her paper's paywall is also down again, and I remembered to check for her concert story, which confirms the thought that music is her main field of play, though alas I came away without any quotes ... ... Somebody uploaded Mimi Rogers's "Full Body Massage" on YouTube, but when I tried to watch it over lunch on the big-screen TV, it required a sign-in, because the uploader placed an 18+ restriction on it. As much as I want to see this movie again, so much so that I was tempted to sign in, I declined, deciding to watch it on Pop computer with its bigger screen and better speakers. I continue to be surprised that this movie hasn't survived into the streaming age in a more legitimate way, because it is a good one. Pi asked, "So, why don't you just sign in? Oh, because I don't want to make my security information available on a device that I do not really control. I am probably being silly, but I try to be safe where I can ... ... Pi says, "Ice cream, again, for the afternoon snack, a little dainty, isn't it?" I don't know about 'dainty', but, uh, sometimes I am looking to cut down on my intake of coke and tea, thinking that this is a likely source for my latest stomach/acid-refluxy problems ... ... Wow, the next-door neighbors have given their dog a handsome-looking red collar. That's progress, painfully slow progress, but it's better than things getting worse. I guess the dog has grown on them a little, though the dog is in bad need of a bath. He must be an old fellow now. I cannot recall when they first got him. Was he here before Bo died? I can't remember, but I think so. I am guessing he must be at least about ten years old now, which is perhaps up to where I am, 50s in human years. There is still this feeling that we shared something of the same fate in having our lives wasted, that we both had so much more potential to thrive and enjoy life but were left to wither away in a dark hole, watching the best years of our lives just drain away into the sink hole of time. In the dog's case, though, there was so much more to love - such a beauty, and he was so healthy and vital when they first got him, before they confined him into a narrow pen for a couple of years of so, and then mostly left him short-leashed for a good number of years, without the least affection, treating him like an unwanted prisoner that they were obliged to feed and water. I remember the first time that a board in the fence became dislodged and I was able to hug him: god, how he took my hug like it was a lifeline, so desperate for the least show of affection. If that dog has retained its basic sanity, I cannot help thinking that I was a big factor in that.