Love to, but... my younger brother just called (thud) and invited me to dinner tomorrow. We'll have to figure some other time(s).
Last night I gave the apartment a good cleaning. (Can you say "Emptied the vacuum cleaner dirt container twice."? yes.) L was on a kind of strike these past few months and there were dust bunnies the size of tennis balls under every piece of furniture. The apartment is more sparse than it was because she took several wall units and storage cabinets. (I can re-order them right now from IKEA, but I'm not going to) I am shifting things around to suit me and that brings me to ( cue music stinger) My Thought of the Day. (TAH DAH!!)
Yes, I have decided to have at least one thought per day, get ready.
Oo, I just had another one. Wait.
Okay, first thought: Freedom releases a number of things you didn't know were imprisoned. We, oops, I have this gigantic sofa. It's really too large for the apartment but ,,,,, it's here. When there was a We of us, we tried several ways to get it to fit better, but nothing seemed to work.
Today, in about two minutes, I moved it so that I can sit on the lounger end and watch TV without getting hit on the head by the lamp. Why was that so easy to see now? Freedom. There is no other voice offering disenting views.
Other thought: Actually this struck me on the train to the beach this morning.
Yes. I went to the beach this morning. Took the Long Island Railway to Long Beach. You get off the train from Penn Station about four blocks from the water. I packed a lunch. I took my Zen player to read me a book in my ear as I watched the ass of this very cute brunette ....uh, watched the soaring seagulls and distant ships.
The thought is this: my progress through this is enhanced by the fact that, because I am trying to remember details to report here and on my blog, I am listening to myself a lot more than I would otherwise. I am not happy, but I feel pretty healthy.
Joe(does this make sense?)Nation
PS: I don't think I will be going flying with High Seas. I already have a fairly well developed fear of flying, add to that my fear of High Seas and you see that's not going to work. Why don't we have PM's? This pisses me off. I would like to tell High Seas in private that I am very grateful for her offer to soar above the Hudson, but as Steve Allen once said "There are two major causes of fear: Loud Noises and High Places and I have a fear of making a loud noise as I fall from a high place." Me too.