August 23, 2023
I’m in day five of a summer
cold. On the first couple of days my ability to think was practically nonexistent.
I had no focus, and while I do well dismissing arthritic pain most days, there
was just no way I could dismiss the general “icky” feeling this cold has
brought me.
Over the last few days, I have
spent a bit more time in front of the television than is normal for me. The
upside of this is that the constant presence of droning voices does wonders for
my ability to doze off with impunity.
According to the weather
network it’s planning to rain here all day—with a few thunder boomers thrown in
for good measure. That doesn’t bother me overly much. I actually prefer,
intellectually speaking, to be experiencing a gloomy weather day when I’m not
feeling my best. It makes the whole, get comfy on the recliner, lay back and
close your eyes if you want to routine seem completely justified.
That said, I should take issue
with that science-based website, “the weather network”. It’s actually showing
only a trace of rain expected until after 11 today. What we are experiencing right
now is not a trace, it’s a deluge, and it has been for about twenty minutes. And
we’re not supposed to have thunder until this afternoon, but those are boomers
I am hearing at 9:50am.
I long for better accuracy in
all mediums, but especially those that claim to be meteorological.
The rain is as good for our
gardens as ever, and while we have harvested a few tomatoes, they are now
taking their time turning red. Of course, we know that’s because the heat here
has dissipated. I can’t find the wherewithal to really regret that. Not with so
many people on this continent still being thrust into heatwave after heatwave. We’ve
been quite a bit cooler here over the last few days, and that is something to
be grateful for. The tomatoes will
eventually ripen. And for those that don’t, there’s newspaper to wrap them in.
I used that old hack last year
and it worked out very well.
We’ve finished watching the last
television series that we taped, just a week ago. There will be nothing more of
interest in entertainment programming until the strikes are over. I truly hope
that they’re settled fairly, and soon. They will be eventually, because no one
is interested in permanently pulling the plug on the American entertainment
industry.
Of course, I do realize that I
could watch practically anything that I’ve never seen before, because I do have
access to a few streaming services—but I’m picky when it comes to programmes
that I invest my time in. I used to watch a lot of movies—we had a weekend
movie habit when the kids were younger, and Blockbuster was in town. But I’m
not into movies so much anymore. In most cases I would rather read, or write, a
book.
But for the moment both of
those beloved activities are on hold, because to do either requires focus, and
that’s something I just don’t have in abundance now. This is why this week’s
essay is a lot shorter than usual.
Hopefully next week I’ll be back
to my usual overly-opinionated self. For now, take care, and God Bless.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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