A Base Level
Tuesday. A no interest issue at the moment, but when gasoline was selling for $4.61 a gallon back in June and July, when did I ever imagine it would again one day fall below $2.00? Particularly here in the Bay Area where we run some 30 cents a gallon higher than the rest of the country because the gasoline companies have us firmly by our political balls? As I said, many another news item is on our minds at the moment, but interesting to see, a reaffirmation of the idea nothing is set in stone, nothing is forever, never believe anything you read, so indeed, have another sake with that peanut butter sandwich later this evening and turn up the volume on the stereo.
It keeps me amused.
Back from breakfast, the sky overcast, the highs today in the mid sixties. No rain, of course. This will become a hotter topic if we don't get any rain this year, the third year of well below normal rainfall. Maybe switch to a weekly bath routine, here in Oakland, lots of antiperspirant. A classic old guy sign of decline, bathing sparingly, brushing his teeth sparingly.... Well, we won't go there. I'm not even joking about not brushing my teeth. Not in public. Not on the web. Not even to Ms. Emmy.
Later. A bus downtown to pick up a monthly sticker for my bus company senior discount card. Senior discount card. My, my. Except they put it in a card writer that added the month of December to the memory in the card and now I don't need no stinkin’ stickers anymore, I just hold it up to the reader like real folks and it buzzes me on board.
And? The kicker?
It got me out of the house, got in my walk, got me to take the return bus back beyond my apartment to my breakfast place (where I had lunch), and then a browse through the used book store looking at birthday cards. Before walking to the lake to sit on a bench for a while before returning home as I was somewhat tuckered. Which is embarrassing to admit, but we're feeling we're back on track again with more walking tomorrow and the truth, since it will set you free, is better than silence. A controversial proposition, I know, but I'm sticking with it.
Oh, my shaken faith in the way the world is put together was calmed and put to rest this afternoon when I checked my bank account online and saw the tank of gas I'd charged to my debit card at Union 76 had finally been posted. The idea that an oil company would let anyone's money slip through the system was disconcerting, not unlike learning your neighborhood liquor store was paying protection to the Mafia on the honor system. One's reality should not be challenged, not at such a base level.