Thursday dawns sunny and bright, unlike yours truly who spent a miserable night with old people’s ailments. Got the coffee and carefully navigated to the studio to let the cobwebs disappear. First item from a local paper is that Stormy Daniels is back in the area for two nights. Just what I always wanted to see. An aging stripper with no sense of discretion parade around in a black negligee. But I missed the first night, and she doesn’t open until my bedtime tonight. Darn. Darn. Darn.
Not that I hold anything against older women. I kinda have a yen for them, actually. But there is a time to retire the lacy underpinnings for more utilitarian designs and acquire wisdom and discretion. Stormy unfortunately roared past that point and blithely went on down the black teddy road heedless of any brake pedals.
My air cleaner finally said it wasn’t going to run if I wasn’t going to maintain it. Geesh! I changed the filters in it just five short years ago. But I got another smaller one that I dug out and put to work, so maybe I can avoid the chore for another year or so.
And the senate confirmation razzle dazzle continues to offend. Today I saw the Democrats were running facebook adds asking more women to come forward. Seems it is dawning on them that they backed a loser and need to double down on the narrative. But maybe I’ll put the whole repugnant thing into the there nothing I can do about it box and move on.
Lunch with a friend today and it is near the hardware store … suppose I should check the honeydo’s for hardware requirements. I seem to have lost my love of hardware stores now that my projects have all been put in abeyance. I am not going to build planters or decks, run light strings or finish enclosing a shop. Moldering and writing are my activities now.
Got all the mowers back online again. Took some buck$ and a little tolerance for marginal repairs. I sure miss the old service man now. He was really a ****, but when he fixed something, it was fixed. The new guy is affable as all get out, but his skill level hasn’t progressed beyond shade tree.
And lastly, the bird. Her name is Kippur because we brought her home as a fledgling some years back during Yom Kippur and set her up in the living room. But we hardly use the living room during the day, and she was languishing in the silence. I then moved her in with me in the studio thinking that would entertain her, and she responded to it. Now I search for ways to entertain/torment her. Budgies need noise and aggravation. But the noise part isn’t my long suit. I love silence too much. I do have the gift of aggravation, however, and I spend quite a bit of time disturbing her.
And the days go by, marked by perfect pots of coffee, doctor appointments and calendar checkoffs.