Saturday. To bed early after skipping Dalziel & Pasco last night I seem to recall. Awake ten minutes before the alarm to get up and out the door in reasonably good fettle, a walk to breakfast on another sunny soon to be warm morning. Breakfast and then a picture of the ten cent drop in the price of regular noted yesterday while at lunch, then back to the apartment to look over yesterday's entry before posting. Yes, a fair amount of editing was required to bring it up to lame, but then we do this every morning now, complain about it every morning now, another addition to our set of routines.
Later. A bus downtown to have a fruit cup and coffee out at a table in front of the bagel shop, the sun warm enough to make the trip in a t-shirt. Just barely, but enough. A walk then back to the apartment, stopping to buy a bag of peanuts in the shell at the 7-11 look-alike. My body mentioned this was enough walking for a day and suggested it might be best if I were to lie down for a while, maybe read some of these magazines that continue to arrive and build up beside the bed.
Which I did, reading the current New Yorker, the article on Xi Jinping, President of China, and an article by Jonathan Franzen in which he references a book by Dale Jamieson, Why The Struggle Against Climate Change Failed - And What It Means For Our Future, either of which made the magazine more than worthwhile reading.
China? Well, my question has always been are they heading for another revolution or are they going to be able to put together a system of governance that works through their issues in a way that achieves long term stability? The discussion has always been interesting to someone like me who's been a First Amendment freak since Eve in the Garden. Whether they will or won't, someday we'll know, but again, something I've attempted to follow.
And Mr. Franzen's piece describing the Jamieson book sent me to Amazon, his capsule account in the New Yorker article making my reading the book mandatory. Mandatory for me anyway. It's on back order, won't arrive until the 15th, perhaps because others read the reference and placed their own orders. It evidently looks from a different direction at outcomes that are now baked into our future.
Comforting things to read on a Saturday afternoon? Well, challenging. Challenging is good if you don't overdo it. He said.
Otherwise more time in bed on the tablet starting two series I'd not heard of before, both with disquieting themes. A common thread in the arts, playing on under articulated fears. Godzilla and his/her fellow monsters appearing after the invention (and use) of the atomic bomb, more monsters now coming with the change in the climate. A light afternoon's reading.
Evening. Easter tomorrow and so the eight o'clock movie is Barabbas, a movie I managed to skip when it was released in the year I graduated from high school. My interest in movies that were released when I was in high school has further deteriorated since then, but I watched the first twenty minutes just, you know, to see. Twenty minutes was more than enough to last for the rest of this life.
Enough for the day, we'll get to bed early, see what another Easter may bring.