Where's the Popcorn? I can't work without popcorn

 Slightly over 4 hours of sleep and not even laundry.


THREE crosswords in one day (EASY ones but still) is probably too much and saving the walking until the only sane option is 20-30 minutes walking the breezeway at 10:30 does not rank as great planning either. Oh and mozarella sticks and figs late in the evening also...


But the TubShroom is STILL collecting hair from Saturday's hair washing.


And the kitchen is holding up to the no dishes in the sink regimen instituted after the plumber visited. 


I thought I was going to make it through September without a timely event getting restimulated, but NO! And the funny thing is the rest of life is such a whirlwind that that topic is barely a ripple.

The sign says "Don't sit. being disinfected."
A Favorite Breezeway Bench
in Sunlight


And it's been almost 25 years since a certain night at Gay Bingo, a story that it probably would not have been a good idea to tell at one moment but is now one of several moments behind a PERSISTENT allergy to sloppy use of mental health terminology in conflict resolution contexts. 


Stay tuned.


Stay tuned also for a very large 4-year-old whose boundaries and expectations of "adults" are being violated left right and center with probably several subtexts of "I don' wanna."


I had to close windows because the smoke has returned.


And the popcorn? Quaker meeting sometimes but an allusion to a famous 60 minutes interview with Galina Brezhneva, daughter of 1980's USSR ruler Leonid Brezhnev. "Galka Khuliganka" as she was known was a notorious alcoholic and manifester of many disturbing characteristics of Soviet figures at the time. At the beginning of the interview she says in Russian "where's the champagne. I can't work without champagne." 


The interview is about the level of besotted decadence one would expect from Galka's reputation, but nowadays it's also the sort of content one might look to while trying to cleanse one's brain after last night's intergalactically NON-presidential display of idiocy, insanity, and deranged provocation.

  

There. Now I put the popcorn away out of sight. GOOD MOVE.  

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