Your Life Is Not Your Own

Originally Posted Sunday, March 10, 2013

If you have adjusted your clocks this morning, you know your life is not your own.  The cat's clock is still the same.  So are the birds'.  You now will experience some internal realignment that will not make you feel well for awhile.  You must do this.  You have no choice (unless you live in Hawaii or Arizona, of course). 

Where are the conservatives when you need them?  Why the hell isn't the Tea Party up in arms about this one? 

I stayed home last night, turning down invitations for drinks.  I wanted to be alone.  I wanted to be healthy.  I thought I might do a little yoga/stretching and got on the floor and felt the tightness that is me.  And a few minutes later, I had done something wrong.  I couldn't straighten up.  I grabbed some NSAIDS and went to bed. 

That didn't help.  I have searing, shooting pains this morning.  I can't straighten up, I can't bend over.  I can't twist nor can I turn. 

I should have gone for drinks.  There is a BIG lesson to be learned here. 

I know from experience how long this will hurt.  I don't look forward to the next few days. 

Before I hurt myself, though, I watched a DVD a friend had dropped off for me called "Tarpon."  It was made by Guy de la Valdene.  Never heard of him?  Huh.  His claim to fame, it seems, was being friends with Jim Harrison, Tom McGuane, Jimmy Buffet, and Richard Brautigan.  I think he had some family money.  "Tarpon" is about. . . I'm not really sure what it is about.  It is not quite a documentary about fishing.  It is more like a home movie with some footage of the writers talking for a second about fishing.  Not quite sure.  But it was made at the time I was hanging out in Key West.  I knew everyone in the film by sight, and there is one shot of me lying on a small pier, too.  Really, I was shocked.  I had to roll back the film to watch again.  In fact, it wasn't me, but it looked just like me at the time lying in a place I'd often been before.  Here is a link to the trailer.

The 1970s was one of the worst decades in history for many, many reasons.  It was certainly a time of Fear and Loathing (Hunter was there, too, though he was not in the film).  We were all ugly then. 

O.K.  I can't sit at the computer any longer.  I have to try to find a way to stop this insane pain.  What a waste of time.