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Rabbit, rabbit, baby. I didn't really say it today but I wrote it! Does that count? I don't think so but what the hey. Oh well, it's going to be a great month. I have that feeling. Let's see when I come back here in one month when it's November 1 and I read the beginning of the month to see what was happening and I see that I wrote that it's going to be a good day. It's going to be a great day. I can feel it in my bones. That's the way to make it so, yeah!
Monday Monday so good to me. I wonder how many Monday entries have begun that way. It's a song that's embedded into my psyche. I have a lot coming up but I don't think about any single event. It's just that time of year when there are many events. The weather is becoming bearable. It's still hotter than the hinges of hell during the days but the evenings are becoming a little more tolerable. All we have to do now is get those effing mosquitoes to go away. I'm ready for a cool change. It's time for a cool change.
We are going to keep on keeping on just like it's supposed to be. I don't mind that I can do this. It's all going to work out in the end. And when does that come. I have never thought more about my expiration date than I have of late. The latest to go was a musician who died at the age of 66. That's too close to home. I wonder will I just keep on kicking until my 90s? That would be awesome but statistics say otherwise. Oh well, Mom had longevity. Dad's parents to a certain degree did.
The days they come and the days they go. The news is repetitious. The events seem to repeat but with different dramatics and players. People are doomed to keep on repeating because they have no freaking memory of anything. It's those freaking Millennials. They don't care. It's okay. Nobody cared before them but they just made it up as they went along. It's much like this writing here. 100 words is never planned. You just begin to write and you write until you reach 100 words. If you're lucky, you'll end up on a relevant phrase and it's very convenient.
I can be annoying. I know that. I repeat things. It's part of my OCD. Everyone has a certain degree of that and it's a fact. I don't know what else to say except that it's a new day and I can write whatever I want. It just has to be exactly 100 words. No more, no less. I can do that. I've been doing it for years. I'm sorta over it but I just keep on keeping on. How do you know when it's time to stop writing here. It's the day that I stop writing, period. I won't.
It's a good day if I don't do a damn thing. That's what happens to me lately. I don't do anything. Life is for those who do. You must do things to be alive. If you just hole up in your room listening to music and writing things on the Internet, it's not a good thing. I have to get busy around here. There are lots of things demanding my attention. It's all going to work out. Because the things that I don't get to do will get done by someone else. That's a good way to look at it!
Today was a good day. It was boring, but non eventful. I had lunch with a former coworker. Way former, we worked together like 20 years ago. That's what happens when you get older. Your friends get older too. That's a relationship that's not easy to break. Those people follow you through your life. They know about you. What with Facebook these days, it's easy to see what people want you to see. It's okay. Social media can be a good thing. Social media can be a bad thing. I intend to use it for good. That's the right thing.
Alexa can be difficult at times. I really love her but I think I love Siri just as much and I'm getting a feeling for Cortana. Is it bad to love an artificial intelligence? I think they made a whole movie about it. I wouldn't be surprised. It's amazing what passes for entertainment these days. Talk about the dumbing down of America, there are actually people who support Donald Trump after all he's said and done. It's a shonda to the neighbors. Oh well, there's no accounting for taste. I just have to take it with a grain of salt.
Good morning! It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Won't you be my neighbor? I need to get over to the community garden. I also need to get over to Navarro Pharmacy to get $30 worth of medical goods. I wonder if you can wait one month and then next month buy something for $60. That's a good one, eh? They're changing the benefit next year. Instead of getting $30 per month, you get $25 every three months. That's just not nice. As soon as I am eligible, they change it. Oh well, that's the way of the crumbled cookie!
It's hard to believe that it's already October. And this month is flying. Time has definitely picked up the pace. When your days are numbered, time flies. I only have a number of days left. I suppose when we are all born we all get a number of days assigned. How we use them up is our own doing. I am trying. I try. I gotta keep on keeping on. Maybe I need to go to Starbucks. That's the ticket. If I just have a good cup of coffee, everything will be okay. That and a sandwich. Yay for breakfast.
I just made a decision. There will be no turkey for Thanksgiving this year. We will celebrate the bounty of life with vegetables. The main dish is TBA. I just realized that a whole cauliflower could be awesome. I'm leaning toward just veg. That's the way it is supposed to be. A whole food diet. I can do this. It's so easy to fall in love. I just want to lose weight. I'm tired of having a lot of extra weight. but it's so easy rid myself of it. I'm going to be okay. Focus! That's what we need. Yay!
I typed a complete entry at 750 words in 16 minutes. I feel so proud of myself. That's right. Not only do I come here, almost daily, to write 100 words, there is another website where I write 750 words each day. The other site is more strict because if you don't write one day, that's it. You don't have another chance to complete that day. This site is a little more forgiving. If I forget or skip a day or two, it's okay. I just come back here and catch up, soup, puree. Don't get left behind. That's it!
It's Friday the 13th. Means absolutely nothing to me. I am superstitious at certain times. Do you leave a ladder open inside? Don't walk under it. How about when a black cat crosses your path? I heard something about it has to be from left to right. What the what? I'm not really ready to think about those silly things. I'm not superstitious because if I were I would be paralyzed with fear. I can't live my life like that. But I would never break a mirror on purpose. I have broken mirrors before but the seven years have passed!
It's Saturday. That means a trip to Costco. But I'm not going inside because I need so little. The best thing that came out of the hurricane was cleaning out the fridge. Melinda came over one day and just threw away 95% of the stuff that was in there. I just looked in there last night and told HRS that almost everything that's in there is leftovers. Most of it needs to be trashed, but there is enough so that we can have dinner tonight. That's what we're always worried about. What's for dinner? We have to be resourceful, dude.
It seems that I have fallen into a pattern on Sunday. I don't do anything. I hardly leave the bed. I watch the Golden Girls all day. I don't even take phone calls and very little time is spent in front of the computer. I am going to go with the flow. I have nothing to worry about. Don't worry. Be happy. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. I wonder as I wander. It's wanderful. It's wonderful. I wonder what the next big thing is going to be. You'll wonder where the yellow went when you brush with Pepsodent.
It's been weird having four days off work and now going back. It's a shock to the system. I don't like that feeling. I liked having those days off. They were religious holidays on Thursday and Friday. I love it when there are two days to Jewish holidays. I just read that there's a school system that wants to stop having days off for the Jewish new year. They have only been doing it for 20 years. It would cost a lot of money, but it's symbolic. It's anti-Semitic. That's too bad. There should be more observances, not less.
Put some pants on. That's a good one. What's wrong with walking around my own house in my tighty whities? I think that's when it's most appropriate. I learned that behavior from Dad who used to walk around naked. I mean totally nekkid. What was that all about? Dad was such an enigma! That's funny, I thought the original quote was a Mom-ism, but it was really Dad related. If he walked around with panties on, it would have been a different matter. I think he wore boxers and I'm still in briefs after all these years. Go figure.
I'm feeling so humpty only because it's Wednesday. I'm happy because boss lady took off for the next week and a half. Yay for small favors. Then when I walked to the office today, I noticed that all the palms had been removed. That's because the city is working on the sea wall. We knew this was coming, but it's still a shock to see a whole line of palm trees just removed. Wow, they work quickly! It's the middle of the word week but for me there's only one more day. That's the beauty of being part time. Like!
It took me quite a while to get used to the idea that olive oil is a processed food. It's not a good thing! Plus, if I knew the process, I would probably be horrified. I just read this week that if you want to lose weight, stop cooking with oil. What would you use instead, you might ask? Well, water! It's an odd idea, but it actually works. I mean, I'm going with this whole food thing, so that includes using processed oil. Not a good thing. Maybe coconut oil because it's simply oil from coconut. It's not processed.
I think a lot about food. Well, I think about food entirely too much. That's why I'm a big fat piggy boy. I hate myself because of my fat. You'd think that after all these 65 years, I would be more accepting of my body. I need to get a positive body image. That's a piece of cake. Oh, yu. There I go again. Everything comes back to eating. It's like, "Who doesn't like to eat while they fuck?" Oh, that's just nasty. There's nothing good going to come from that idea so banish it from your simple little mind.
I went around town today and I'm back home now. It's 1400 and I'm ready for a nap. Going through Costco takes a lot out of me. Today, I put my cart by the end of the registers so I could go to the bathroom. When I came back, it had been commandeered by a Costco employee who was using it to consolidate items for return. It was comical. She was embarrassed when I came to get it back. I'm glad that wasn't too bad. I was already mostly done shopping. That reminds me. I want to eat a cookie.
I've been wanting to write my eulogy since I saw that episode of Raymond where he wrote one for his father, who, in real life, really died. And one of his children from the show committed suicide. The beat goes on. But I just started watching an episode of Chelsea and she was going around the dinner table and each person was telling a condensed story of how and where they grew up. So I decided that I wanted to come here and see if I could write in 100 words exactly. No more. No less. I can do it!
I was raised by a Jewish father and a Catholic mother. They didn't make us go to any religious institution except when we were little and Mom made us go to church on Easter and Christmas. That didn't last long and we were allowed to go with any friends to any church and I went to all of them with different friends. They were all the same. Naturally, I gravitated to identifying as Jewish. It's perfect for me, because they just don't want me! Mom was not a Jew, so it doesn't count. Plus, I was never Bar Mitzvah. Oy!
I never felt poor growing up. We were solidly middle class. But looking back, it couldn't have been easy for Mom and Dad with three hungry and growing children. And we were relentless in our quest for more and better. It's the American way! Gd bless 'em both, they did really good. I do remember a period of time when we were drinking powdered milk. It is now known as poor people's milk because HRS' sister gets a pack a week with her Meals on Wheels. We are continuing the tradition of poverty. What can your government give you today?
There once was a time when we didn't have beepers. And then they became extinct with the advent of smartphones. Those things have changed our lives. It's a real word! I tried to type it as two words and it was underlined and corrected to one word. Go figure. Who knew? When we depended on beepers for leaving messages for each other, life was much simpler. And slower. Things have really speeded up. It's okay, I can live with it. It's just that no one else is truly prepared. We can't focus on the here and now. Take a moment.
Remember: exactly 100 words. No more, no less. I can do it. I don't know how. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. I do it over and over again. Every day I come back here and I am socially tasked to write 100 words. How did I become a willing participant in this exercise? I know not except that I was willing. I'm thinking of quitting. I've really had enough. The writing has become drudgery. There was a time when I came here and actually enjoyed just writing each day. But now, not so much. It's okay. This, too.
Thank Pete it's Friday! It's my day off. I like that I'm working a part-time job and I have all Fridays off. It's a three-day weekend every week. It's weird because you think of a three-day weekend as being Saturday Sunday and Monday rather than Friday Saturday and Sunday. I don't mind. It works out the same. I like going back to work on Monday. It's worked out well. My coworkers are so over me. I'm doing a good job. I need to ask for a substantial raise! I deserve it and I hope to get it.
I have made no plans for Halloween. There's enough really scary things going on in real life! I can handle all the trials and tribulations that are handed to me on a daily basis. That's the joy of life. I want to start going to classes at the youth center with HRS. I wonder what he's going to do with his fake knee. It's been on his leg for a year already and he still complains of pain. I just wonder if he will ever be back to the way he was. The beat goes on. The pace quickens. Ugh.
I'm listening to Hearts of Space. They're doing a Halloween show. That's unusual. I've been listening to this show for at least a decade. I remember back in another life before I worked there, I was a volunteer at the local public radio station. It used to broadcast this show and now it's narrow cast by being a podcast. Those you can listen to at your leisure. It's really rather quite civilize but I almost miss the days when you were tethered to a time and place. That was comforting. Now it's any old time and any old place. Uff.
TGIM, said no one, ever. It's a Monday. Things will be great when this day is done. It was just another day at the office. Tonight was just another night at home. I did make 15 bean soup and it was the bomb. I put not a hint of meat in it, and I love it. I am trying so hard to be plant based in a meat based world. It requires a great deal of effort. It shouldn't be hard to just stop eating meat and fish. It's the dairy that gives me fits. I don't like the alternatives
Say goodbye to that month. It's so dark outside. I'm glad that we're changing the clocks on Sunday. It can stay dark outside for an extra hour in the morning. When will it start to lighten up early. I wonder. Does this mean that we go to work in the morning when it's dark and we come home at night when it's dark? It's a conundrum. I will wrap that in an enigma. I know not what I'm writing (or typing). It's okay. I will soon be done. Then we can go on with life. Life is for the living.
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