Chomp Chomp

I watched my alma mater win the NCAA tournament last night having led in the game for like twenty seconds total.  That may not be a right figure, but they played from behind all night long.  And then--boom!--they pulled a comeback for the ages out of their hats.  Gator Nation, baby.  

I watched the entire thing alone on my phone.

Yea. . . I don't really care about sports anymore.  What I saw last night was a bunch of college aged millionaires playing a game for money.  College basketball is all about the money now.  There were no real upsets in the tournament.  Back in "the day," my college roommate and I were always rooting for the little teams.  Al McGuire's coaching victory with little Marquette and then his colorful broadcast career were responsible for putting the NCAA tournament on the map.  But that is all gone now.  There is much less color in the game than there was.  

Or so it seems to me.  

But I watched the game last night as a tribute to it all and for my old college roommate.  It was just some legacy thing we had to do.  And by gosh. . . it turned out to be a pretty fantastic ending.  

But I will be dragging today.  I didn't sleep so well after that.  

Selavy.  

And so life drones on.  I won't tell you that I am worried about my health.  Leave it for now.  Otherwise, my days are full of responsibilities and service.  There is more disappointment than excitement, each mediated by the long, dull hum of existence.  

And every day, there is Trump and the crashing of the economy that draws the world ever closer to war.  

And my liberal commie friends with money in 401k plans and money markets are suddenly in full-blown capitalist mode as they watch their meager investments dwindle.  Such are the ironies of life.  I have to say, suddenly I am checking the market, too.  My mother, on the other hand, looks to be a genius with her 4.5% CD interest rates.  She isn't checking anything at all.  

I took my mother to therapy yesterday.  She didn't do well.  She was hurting and weaker than she has been.  I think she is depressed, mostly, that my cousin left and she is alone.  After therapy, I took her to the grocers and got the makings for dinner, then I cooked a pork chop, potato, bean, and spinach dinner.  We sat out after for awhile, then I cleaned the plates and pots and pans and utensils and made the kitchen spic and span.  T was texting me to come to his house for a drink, so as the sun was setting, I said goodbye and made my visit.  

And the rest of the night was as I have described.  Chomp, chomp.  

I have to pay half my roofing bill and all of my federal income taxes today--$10,000.  I'll spend the rest of the day looking for pop bottles to cash in.  Wait--they don't make those anymore, do they?  Maybe I'll steal copper out of the walls of empty houses.  Something.  I still have my 21 year old car to fix.  It's time to give up drinking and turn to cheaper hippie smoke and mushroom paste, I guess.  Tune in, drop out, and turn on.  I can't afford to run with the big dogs anymore.