Maybe Something

The first storm of the season tonight.  It was not much, but it brought lightening and thunder and a little bit of rain.  It is nothing but a suggestion.  Still, it is a new season.  Life will need to adjust.

And just before the storm, things went poorly.  I left work late, and when I got to the gym, I'd forgotten to pack my shorts.  So I drove home, changed, and went back to work out.  Whereupon, I tore a weird tendon in my shoulder/armpit that keeps me from doing most things including lifting my arm.  Driving home, traffic was stopped and backed up god knows how far.  I sat for awhile, then turned around to drive the long way home.  At home, I started the grill to cook a steak, but the flame would not grow.  I cooked the steak at a low temperature and, of course, it cooked grey instead of red and brown.  To make up for things, I drank too much wine which gave me the green light for too much scotch.  Two calls came in, one inviting me to dinner.  I said I'd already begun cooking.  My friend asked who I'd been seeing lately.

"You're kidding, right?  But I went to D.C. last weekend and was on fuego.  It was just like Sundance."

"You don't get out enough," he said.

Of course, he is right.

"Who are you seeing?" I asked.

He told me about a pretty woman who got nutty in two weeks.

"What do you mean 'nutty'?"

"She wrote me an email telling me some things I needed to do to improve myself.  Quit smoking.  See a counselor about my commitment issues.  Stuff like that."

"What's wrong with that?!  She's concerned for you.  She's just trying to help you."

"Yea.  That's what I thought right off.  So I cancelled dinner with her tonight and went golfing with my buddy."

I was certain I didn't want to join them later for a drink.

Later, too many scotches later, I got a call from an old girlfriend.  I think I was too full of the wisdom.  Drinking alone, though, you never know how hard it has hit you.

I'm sure the whiskey helped my torn tendon heal.  It will probably be much better today.

Time Marches On.  It is morning and gray.  I stayed in bed until eight, got up happier and put on some music.  It felt like Saturday.  I have little to do and much to choose from.  Making the coffee, I had a surprise.  Out the window, I saw the sprinklers running on the dead plants.  Apparently my yardman finally realized that he needed to take the bull by the horns.  Perhaps he plans to resurrect the dead.  It reminded me of better times.  And I will help him.  I will do a tad of yard work today.  And some housework, too (funny that yard work is two words and housework only one).  I will try to update something today--my wardrobe or my home furnishings, maybe.  I will make some tactile art, transfers and/or encaustics--something.

Something and maybe.  That will be my motto.

I've been rambling lately, so here's a song by the master rambler, Ramblin' Jack Elliot.