I wrote a post about what the point is, now to do the thing that is it the point.
Do I have to remember it to write it down? Maybe just write what I remember and other things will (or won’t!) return to my memory.
I woke up late and tired and achey from getting my covid and flu vaccines yesterday. I doublestacked them for convenience and then felt tired out and a little achey afterward. And very, very sweaty. I’m sweaty in general, I don’t need a shot to amplify that. It was gross, I went for a walk and was soaking through my shirt, like a walking swamp, nastiness.
I went for a walk, and I talked on the phone a little with a friend, just catching up a little. I thought about going to the coffee shop, I walked up to the coffee shop on the phone and paced around outside on the street, sat on a bench, paced some more, sat on another bench, walked around the block, sat on both benches again - one at a time, obviously - and paced some more. This is all while on the phone. I thought I’d get some coffee and a pastry but then I figured I had coffee at home and why interrupt my call with my friend to pay for coffee when I could just walk back home while still talking and then when the call was done I could go in and make coffee content with the resolution of the conversation. That’s what I did. The coffee was good, I put cardamom in it. I’m not sure I spelled that right. Card a mom or card a mon? I can look it up later. I won’t, no point, I have too much useless knowledge in my mind already - Jeff Pezzati who sang for Naked Raygun was originally in Big Black along with Steve Albini; the English New Left briefly had a coffee shop where everyone hung out called the Partisan Cafe; George Orwell fought in the Spanish Civil War alongside members of a group called the POUM which I pronounce like it rhymes with “boom,” these are all examples of useless knowledge in my mind - there’s too much already like I said, so there’s no point in deliberately trying to put more in. I accumulate this junk just incidentally by going through my day, like litter blowing into my yard because there aren’t public trash cans anymore, there’s no need for me to gather more little deliberately.
I walked up to the library later - I spent time in the afternoon puttering and reading a little, skimming headlines really, not making any forward motion, just sort of watching the world spin its wheels while I tisked about it, like when peek out the window in winter and feel a mix of smug and disapproving about the state of the world that no one but me knows how to actually drive, stop gunning it and spinning the tires you’re just getting more stuck! So I did that a while and my family went to the library, I wasn’t sure if it was all of them or just some of them but I got done working and they were all gone and I wasn’t sure if they had eaten dinner so I threw my shoes on and walked up to the library to ask. They had not so I came home and made spaghetti and sauce. The kids all ate it (not the sauce, two of them ate that, at it with noodles too, obviously, and one ate just noodles with parmesan), felt great to make a meal everyone liked, that’s pretty rare.
There’s a bit of a ditch around part of the library parking lot, they’re doing something with the sewer pipe or something I assume. I thought it was a bit of a metaphor, putting a moat around the library, not clear if that’s to defend the books or keep the books away from the public, either one is plausible at this point and either is more plausible than the actual reality of investment in some infrastructure for once.
Okay that’s ten minutes and a bit more, time to stop, gotta sleep, too late at night, gonna be tired tomorrow.
