Sunday’s Theme Music
Sunny. Yesterday my life was filled with fog.
Guess what we have today? Fog. Again. Yesterday my life was filled with fog. Next day, same weather. It actually cleared yesterday at about 3:30 PM. Then the fog rolled back in at 4 PM. By sunset, we were sitting in porridge. It reminds me of my years in central Germany, when we’d often have dreary days.
Yeah, me, always complaining about the weather. Too hot, too smoky, too foggy.
Sunrise kicked in at 7:24 AM. Sunset is due at 4:39 PM. High is expected to be 51. But — to continue my weather complaints — we’ve yet to hit any high that they said we would in the past five days. They also say it will be sunny today. Paint me a skeptic.
A Pink Floyd song, “On the Turning Away” (1989) occupies the mental music stream. Don’t know how it fits but it’s associated with dream remnants. Not enough of that dream is remembered to call out details. Bummer. But a good song, about how right-wing governments and people turn away from those in need, from a great group. Somehow apropos for this time, when GOP lead legislatures and states are doing their best to undermine social justice, voting rights, and abortion rights.
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax and boost when you can. Here’s my coffee, and the music. Cheers
Saturday’s Theme Music
Good day, Saturheads. Today is December 4, 2021. Happy birthday to you, if it’s your birthday. Hope it’s the best one yet.
Day broke with a foggy layer. Appears to be yesterday’s fog, as the day decided not to change its weather, but to just use yesterday’s weather. “It was barely used yesterday,” the day was quoted on the net (so you know it must be true). “It just hung in the sky all day. Still looked brand new. So, what the cloud? I figured I’d economize, use it again. You have any idea how much it costs to put up that much new fog every day?”
Yesterday’s highs were never achieved as fog shut down the sun’s heat. We mustered 50, I think. Expect the same today. Currently 41 F six hours after starting at 39 when the sun stumbled in at 7:23 AM. I bout it will be much warmer by the time the sun bids adieu at 4:39 later this afternoon, just three hours from now.
Been out shopping. Visited Scoffco as Costco is now labeled for the preponderance of mask scoffers. They’re not worried about catching nor spreading no stinkin’ COVID. That location was the worse of the seven stores we visited this morning. Seven? Yes. My wife has begun collecting the props for her book club’s annual holiday party. (They are the Ladies #1 Book Club.) We were on a quest for napkins, marshmallows, and specific hot chocolate, but also did personal grocery shopping. I am the official driver and part-time advisor. “Will this work, do you think?” she asks, holding something up. “Maybe,” I sagely reply, peering at it.
Being with my wife on her shopping project, my mind adopted Lauv’s song, “I Like Me Better” (2017). She no doubt makes me a better person. Her presence helps me consider issues from the female side, and she likes challenging norms and sexism. My thinking has grudgingly expanded under her tutelage. It’s only taken five decades. That’s how long we’ve been together as friends, steadies, lovers, and spouses.
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed — don’t be a Scoffco’er — and get the vax and booster when you can. Time for a coffee with a muffin, so excuse me. Back later.
Cheers
Serenfloofpity
Serenfloofpity (floofinition) – Luck that takes the form of finding pleasant animal or animal traits that are not expected.
In use: “Many people now sharing a home with a new pet enjoy the serenfloofpity of witnessing the pet’s quirks and habits unfold, but for cat and dog lovers, finding a convert, say a man who never liked cats who is now inseparable from a little ball of fur, might be as great a joy.”
