Five o'clock Morning

I hate five o'clock mornings...

I should have got my haircut this week. Pop's Memorial weekend outing with Kay ruined my chance to get it on Tuesday, and then he left yesterday, a Wednesday to spend a night at her place to attend one of her church socials, thus killing all my chances for this week. The weather was perfect, too. I didn't think it would be this cool in the last week of May. But now I have to wait another week, and I wouldn't bet on this weather holding out. I cannot recall ever enjoying springtime weather in June.

In truth, I should have taken care of this annual chore a couple of weeks ago at the latest, but I was desperate to get that book, Irwin's "Plato's Ethics", and so I used my money for that, which left me on this late course. Maybe I should count my blessings. I did get twenty dollars from Pop for the haircut. It's a big help, and given his financial stress, it was not a sure thing. Nevertheless, I really do want this haircut behind me, and to have another year in front of me without having to worry about my hair.

Home Life

Wow, that was the first time I dropped the 5-gallon water jug while dealing with the water cooler, and we have had this thing since Bay Horse days in the 90s. It just slipped. I cannot think how. It dent the jug pretty badly. I don't think we can use it again. It was a nice time cleaning that water spill, too.

It feels like it has been that kind of time. I cannot help running this together with the broken refrigerator and the air-conditioner leak. On top of all of that, the cats are shitting more around the house. I spent some of my morning on cleaning that up. They still seem to be using the litter box, but it is apparently becoming more optional. Why is that? Is it age? Or are they too used to being outside and hence bringing into the house some of that wildness? I am considering anew whether to leave them out more, save for truly bad weather, when it is storming hard. And I will just bring out their plate of food every once in a while for a half hour or so.

It just feels like ... life is falling apart. Life feels old, becoming more decrepit. Maybe that's why I dropped the jug: maybe I am not quite as strong as I used to be.

Quotes

“It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we’re talking about when we talk about love.”

-- Raymond Carver

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“Ignorance is curable, stupid is forever.”

-- Robert A. Heinlein

Trump

President Trump pulls us out of a major Climate Change agreement. Krugman tweets: "Let's be clear: withdrawal from Paris accord isn't about competitiveness or jobs; even corporate America wanted to stay in. So what's it about? ... mainly it's about spite: Obama made deal liberals like, so it must die." Trump is making every wild dream of the wild right-wing come true. If he could have Hillary imprisoned and Obama deported as a Kenyan, they would be in American heaven.