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Rabbit, rabbit. Who's the rabbi down the street? Shalom little fella. I don't write on the Sabbath. It's now Sunday and I just got home from Costco where I cashed the checks they sent me. I got like $400 just for using the Costco credit card for every single purchase. If we were better consumers, it would have been more. I think it was about $300 last year. Next year, the goal is $500! That's admirable. I think we can do it. The hardest part is to remember to use it at the grocery store! Money is a good thing.
I woke up this morning with a sore jaw. I wonder if that's food related or it has to do with the way I slept. I'm inclined to believe it's food related. I went to Costco today to cash the rebate checks and it was like $400. I'm so proud of us for getting that cash. The woman at the register said I should go online and renew because the prices are going up in June. I also have to finish the income taxes. I've put it off long enough. I'm just waiting for a form from health care people.
Monday, Monday, so good to me. It was all I hoped it would be. I don't like Mondays, I want to shoot the whole day down. Which is it? Is it good to me or worth being shot down? It's time for Hoda and Kathie Lee but Hoda is still out because she adopted a baby. Mira, que sweet. Those three are going to Mount Sinai for her appointment. I thought I was taking him to a mental appointment but that's not for today. I'll be okay. I have to go to work soon, so I should start getting ready.
I'm not the only one! I hope someday you will join us and the world will be one. Is that true? Just join us. What are we doing? Following the doctrine of love and peace and happiness. Happiness comes easy. You just have to reach out and get some. What makes you happy? I'm happy right now. Just being makes me happy. I have to go grocery shopping. That's a happy task unless I turn it into drudgery. Life can be a series of drudge events or it can be a chain of joy. I choose the joy over drudge.
I was going to apply for a job that has a deadline of tonight at midnight. I'm not doing it after all. I'm retired, gosh darn it all to heck. It's hard to believe that I don't work. Where's the money coming from? Oh yeah, this is the rainy day that I was saving for all those years. You just have to learn to live more frugally. I suppose that means getting rid of the house because it has become a great asset, having risen in value exponentially. And we have lived here more than 30 years. What the hell?
Can I talk about the security interests of the United States? Of course not! I'm not in political office so I have no business discussing this mess that the President has us in! We have attacked Syria. I swear I only wonder what took so long. I'm going to drink some coffee and forget about it. That's the ticket. Now I've written about things that are in the news. But now I have to write about things that are not in the news. It was just a misunderstanding. Where you naked? That's the question? I don't know. Whatever it is.
We took a road trip today. That was a good getaway. And then we bought stone crabs and came home and ate stone crabs for dinner. That was a good thing. We had a good time. There is enough thyme to get along. We know that there is a known herb. I'm going to smoke now. There's enough time. There is a good chance that Monday is the first night of Passover. It's the first night. That's a fact. And then there's the first Seder. And the second night is Tuesday night. That's a good thing. There we go again.
Wen to the movies today. It's an exercise I have done less in recent years. Remember when we used to go see four movies at a time? Those were the days, my friend! Double features were common. I'd never think of sitting through two movies today. It's too much of a commitment. I just can't. It's also a function of the fact that there just aren't any good movies any more. Isn't that the truth? And going to the movies is pure escape, n'est-ce pas? Yes, it's all about getting away for awhile. It was a good thing, yes.
It's Sunday. Tomorrow beings Passover and then Easter comes next Sunday. Today is Palm Sunday. Today was the day that Regina died in 1974. I mean she died on Palm Sunday. It was April 24. And then Justin was born on three days later three years later. What was the significance? None, just a horrible coincidence. It's a fun fact that I have known for all these years. Go figure. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I'm going to make it a good day. I am the reason for the season. Well, that might be.
Writing here is such a chore. It should be so easy but I keep coming back wondering what to write about. I know that this devolved quickly into an ersatz diary but that is not what I think it's for. It's for writing 100 words, no more, no less. That seems so doable. Then why does it feel like such a chore? It's the relentless day after day. That's the problem. I wish it were a time to time kind of thing. But I will go ahead and write 100 words for today and then do it again tomorrow. OK!
Is that time of year when we have to eat no bread. It's actually quite easy when you've been trying to be gluten free for such a long time. We don't eat (much) bread around here so a box of matzoh should do. We ended up buying a second box last year. I love that the grocery store sells large packages of matzoh. That's for families that are really serious about Passover. I had no idea it was such a holy holiday until I went to work for a Jewish institution. There are four holidays in that just one week!
Today was a nothing day. I just laid in bed. I did manage to straighten out a lot of medical bills with the two insurance companies. Now, I just have to attack the income tax return and things will return to somewhat normal. There is still a mountain of paper that needs shredding. It's out of control. That's what happens when I put it off for far too long. I'm going to write about doing the taxes and then I'm going to do them. That's the ticket. It's time to stop the awfulizing. I'm such an expert at that thing.
So, it's Thursday. Yay for small things. It's like my TGIF since I don't work on Friday. That's a small victory. I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go. I don't have to work. I just go there to get away for a few hours. It's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. I need a better gig, but how could I complain about a 20 block commute? I think about walking all the time. I also think about a WFPB diet. That's not so insane, but it could be construed that way. Okay.
I dreamed of a world. But it's a world that I will never know. At least I won't be able to write about it in this world. Because it's the next world. What is the next world? If I get burnt, does that mean that my spirit is released or does it get burned up at the same time? So many questions that can never be answered. I need to eat something. The problem is low blood sugar. You know what I mean! It doesn't require a great deal of sweetness to cure. Just give me a nice apple. Yeah.
Saturday is so good to me. I decided to just go out and do things. First I drove to Wynwood and took a selfie of myself next to the Wynwood building. I wasn't really in the mood. I would have done more than one is that were the case but I just shot a photo and then drove around. I photographed a couple of murals and then drove to Costco for gas and came back home. I attacked the pile of paper yesterday. I'm very proud of myself. Now I just have to get the taxes finished. Peace out, dude.
Happy Easter. It means nothing to me except it's a day for Easter egg hunts. Go figure. I went out this morning for coffee with Linda but I told Raoul that I was going to visit Danee. He and Melinda don't want anything to do with her. She's an odd duck but that is okay. I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and I wonder what the point is. There is no point. It's all futile. Fuck Easter. It's also Passover so we're supposed to be eating matzoh. I hate that shite. Oh well, the beat goes on.
The newspaper yesterday was pitiful. There was no there there. I'm going to look at it as soon as I finish writing today's 100 words, no more, no less. I woke up in a very strange mood today. That's because I took too many pills yesterday. I was pilled up. That happens sometimes. Plus I smoked so much pot that there was a ridiculous amount of THC in me! Those were the day. I'm turning over a new leaf as Passover comes to an end. I'm so over eating matzoh. It's time to get busy. I have to do taxes!
Mindy Kaling is a large woman with small breasts. There I wrote it. Big fucking deal. That's my opinion and if I can't write my own opinion here at 100 words then where is it appropriate? I'm in a mood. I have large body and small breasts too. That's why I can say it. Because it applies to me as well. I need to get out of this place. I need an outlet. I made mosaics but that wasn't the place or the time or the materials. I need to make ceramics. That's the ticket! I'm ready to roll. Soon.
I am the same age as the Secretary of State, Rex Tillerson. I don't look like an old man (in my humble opinion) like Mr. T. I hope that I don't become an old man like he is. He gives me the heebie jeebies. That's all I have to say about that subject. The world is teetering. That's a given. Who is in charge? No one, I fear. There is no one at the helm. We are about to be attacked. Do I feel that? I hope not but with Mr. Trump's attitude, it's simply just a matter of time.
There are reasons to believe certain things. They have inalienable rights to be believed. The truth will out. Is that true? Not really. No. Never. You can say whatever you feel or think and it will become the truth if it is repeated enough. And make sure that when you repeat that damnable lie, that you talk about it really loud. Loud talking is forceful. Don't talk to me in that tone of voice, missy! Who do you think you are, after all? It's not any of your business. Just go mind your own bee's wax. That's the ticket baby.
The truth can be stranger than fiction but anything strange is not necessarily true. You can write about something but the odds are that even though you may think it's fictional, that it has already happened. That's the damn truth. Now give me a meaty sandwich. I can't go vegan. I love the meat too much. What's my favorite form of meat? Pig meat is the best. I love it when it is turned to candy. And then there's the chicken flesh. Yum city. I loves me a good ground up cow turned into a juicy burger. Meat is murder?
Here we go with another Saturday. It's time for a little Shabbat Shalom. I can be peaceful just like anyone else. I got a two month free subscription to Sirius XM. Why aren't I listening on my computer? Because I'm sorta kinda stupid. That's hereditary you know. Stupid is as stupid does. Today is Earth Day. How about an afternoon baking cupcakes? But instead of using the energy of the oven, use a solar oven. Go figure! There's a world of ideas. I remember when the very first Earth Day was celebrated. Yes, I'm that old. OMG, get over it!
What a day for a daydream! I'm going back to sleep. I feel a nap and it's not even 8 a.m. Go figure. I have to attend a service for Yom HaShoah today. That's not such a big deal. I may not even go. We'll see. It's a rainy day. I love a rainy day. The coffee is strong. That's a good thing. What's for breakfast? I feel like making lunch for breakfast. I have turkey tacos to make. That's a good thing. Let's have tacos for breakfast. Time to get busy. It's going to be a good day!
Oh my gosh. A whole new month next week. Why is this year flying by? I guess that's what happens as you get older. Time seems to pass so quickly. I am fat. I don't want to write about that. I just need to get busy. I'm fat because I'm l-a-z-y. It's time for me to get up and move. I also need to eat a little more carefully. The days of just eating whatever I wish are over. I need to eat healthy food. I write about this today, but not again. I will surely survive!
Life has become unbearably mundane. Lather, rinse and repeat have taken on a dreary tone. Please don't take this as meaning that life is bad. On the contrary, life is beautiful. It's the monotonous routine that makes it all so dreary. It's dreadful. What's to become of me? I'm so depressed. I need an anti-depressant tablet. Will that cure my ailment? Or will it simply mask the cause and treat the symptom? Actually, I don't even care which one it is because it seems they will both result in a happier me. That's not a bad thing. I'm ready!
I can feel it coming in the air tonight. Hold on. I can feel it but I don't remember the rest of the lyrics. Thinking of that song reminds me of the good old days when we lived near Biscayne Blvd. and the hookers were doing across the street from our house. Good old hooker city, that's where we used to live. You are the epitome of the grace of the leader. There's a band in heaven. These are the locations of the quadrants of our mind. I'm not happy right now but wait a few minutes and we'll see.
This is a bad date in history. It was on this day back in 1974 that Regina died. I remember it with fuzzy clarity. It was Palm Sunday. I had gone to visit her in the hospital. She had leukemia. They let her come home for the day. We did it. And then I took her back to the hospital and said I would call when I got home. I called and they said I had to get back to the hospital. When I got there, she was already gone. They didn't tell me life would never be the same.
Today is a good day. I'm watching the Golden Girls and they're talking about dying and they're all dead, except for Betty White, and she's pretty close. That's okay, we're all going sometime. We never will know our expiration date until the day it comes. And then we don't even know we is dead. Or do we? Maybe we have a little bit of conscience a few minutes or seconds after we appear to be gone. That would be cooler than cool. Wouldn't it? I like that idea. But the idea of being gone forever doesn't fill me with joy.
Soon it will be Christmas Day! I know, that's just silly but that's who I am, a large silly person. We went to see the Marlins last night. I'm watching a food show about weird foods in Mexico. These aren't even the most gross things that people eat. I've seen them before and I try not to think about those things. They eat all kinds of animals and all parts of those animals. These shows are not for vegetarians! Vegan is an old Indian word which means, "bad hunter." Isn't that adorable? What a great joke. I love that one.
Tomorrow is the first day of the month but I swear I remember that Betty told me you only say rabbit rabbit on the first day of the month that has an r in it. Or were those the months that you weren't supposed to eat oysters. Those rules have gone out the window. What with climate change the temperatures are wildly out of control all year long. Just pray when you eat shellfish that you don't die! I guess that's the point of a lot of food. Just eat it and pray. I don't think that vegetables are dangerous.
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