Bottle of Sake
Sunday. A rainy day, a lazy day, a not bad day. A drive over to buy cat food for Ms. Emmy because half the cans I bought at the end of last week, even though they're the same brand and flavor, seemed to be spoiled. One she'll eat with gusto, the next - again the same brand and flavor - she backs away and scratches at the floor as if she were trying to cover it over. I'm assuming her nose knows. This seems to happen no matter the brand or the cost. Well, that's not true, but a number of well known brands and a fair range of cost.
A friend recommended V last week so I walked down the way at noon and watched it at the Grand Lake Theater. Based on a comic book or a graphic novel, I believe. A 1984-like England set in a Fascist future, but feeling too close to home here in terrorist timid America; a comic book treatment, for all that, but close enough to home that you know exactly what's happening. You could probably skip the movie and read the Grand Lake marquee for a ball park synopsis.
You can pooh-pooh this stuff, but we live at a time when recently retired Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O'Connor warned an audience of how totalitarianism can creep into and subvert a democracy, describing the uncomfortably familiar actions a government might take to lead us down that rat hole, actions we've come to recognize these last three years. We all know another serious attack here in the States will be used by some to hammer us into submission and we'll see things happening to our democracy we wouldn't have believed before 9/11. Scary to think we may learn where our own courage and convictions lie when it comes time to stand up and be counted. Not if, but when. Shit. But this isn't news to anyone. Not in the blue states, anyway.
A late lunch at PCB. A single Guinness with bread and cheese. A single Guinness was more than enough. No thought of driving further down to Jack London Square to bring back a bottle of sake.