Always Serious
Sunday. So today was a reasonable day, the morning overcast, but no rain. A passing thought to turn the heat on last night - my goodness - where is the weather going? But I've done my “how time flies” riff. A bus ride downtown, a cup of coffee sitting out in front of Peet's, a chicken sandwich at the sandwich shop near the bus stop watching a rail thin old guy scurrying about picking up pieces of paper and putting them into a sidewalk trash basket, clearly two, maybe three bottles short of a six pack, me thinking (as I was enjoying the sandwich) what exactly am I doing here?
I've realized some part of my need to venture out into a different world was to escape what I saw as the suffocating aspects of the suburbs where I was raised, but ending up eating a sandwich on a Sunday afternoon watching a herky jerky puppet of a man pick up papers? At my age? When I was younger everything was new and interesting but once you discover you've been repeating a scene you really don't have to continue, particularly now there's no more need to commute to an office. But then the bus came and I was on my way home, the old puppet guy ambling into the distance.
I didn't make the Dragon Boats races this weekend, but the head, the sinuses, the attitude are much better than they were yesterday and I'm feeling pretty much like a human being. Perhaps just a sip of sake to celebrate?
You are kidding.
People who always kid are always serious.
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