Interlude

A second posting, evening or nearly.  Memorial Day.  Everyone I know is out of town.  Tomorrow I must return to work.  I hurt from various things.  The rains come and go, pouring then clearing, then pouring again.  Nearly summer.

I decided to go to that little stretch of beach today, the one I photographed last summer.  It was not the same.  Perhaps it was a holiday crowd.  I dared not take out my camera.  Have I lost something?  I wondered, but I will try again another day.  I limped up and down the beach, barely able to walk, my Achilles torn from yesterday's run.  Too fat, limping through the beautifully young.  Miserable.

After that, after the gym and a shower, I hurt everywhere, not just physically.  Going through the bathroom  drawers pulling out old pills, running them up on Google trying to remember what they are.  Dangerous, they are.  Don't take this if you are. . . never mix with alcohol.  I settle on a mild narcotic and an expensive champagne.  Earlier I bought a fine organic steak and some tomatoes and an avocado, corn, broccoli, etc.  Summer season once again.  I will celebrate alone.

The gas grill broken, I bought charcoal, but I cannot make it light.  Blighted.  But the narcotic begins to work, the champagne and the music I have not listened to in a year aiding the bliss.  Pain relief.

I cut the tomatoes and the avocado into thick slices and sprinkle chopped garlic on top.  Salt, olive oil, balsamic vinegar.  The steak will have to broil in the oven.

I am one hell of a monk alone in my den.  Just wanted to tell you.