Monday. President's Day. A piece in today's paper, a list of forty famous quotes by and questions about Presidents of the United States. I guessed Washington on the first quote, not because I knew it was Washington, but because - first question, first President - it seemed a reasonable guess. It was indeed Washington (“Let me now warn you in the most solemn manner against the baleful effects of the spirt of party.”), but I had not a clue as to the rest. Well, I guessed Harvard as the college that had sent the most graduates to the Presidency, but otherwise I was a blank.
And nothing. The questions were less than obvious (“Which American first lady came to that high state at the earliest age?” - Frances Folsom at 21 when she married Grover Cleveland who was serving his first term at the age of 49.), but still, it's college students and the general high school population who are supposed to be held up to ridicule for flunking these things. That and it's early in the morning (after breakfast) and that's what came out when I started to write.
I have puttered around the apartment putting the new printer in place, vacuuming the rug near the computers and taken naps - little tasks, small steps - but I can see now how they might have an effect given enough time. Three months, say, rather than three days. (I'd go into my “I can't wait to retire screed, but I don't want to bring on a jinx.) The sun is, however, out; the day is warm and I'm going outside with a camera and take a bus to somewhere else (he said). One more time: “I'm going to get outside with a camera and take a bus to somewhere else.”
MST emailed pictures to family and friends over the weekend of her new baby, born on February 13th, which means she wasn't able to hold back until the much touted Chinese Lucky New Year of the Pig started on the 18th, undoubtedly something for which she and her family will blame her for the rest of her life, although the kid looks singularly healthy, hungry and sweet. So congrats and we'll henceforth let your regrettable lapse remain an unspoken secret. At least it wasn't Friday the 13th.
Later. Well, I did spend an hour downtown at the office, something I had to do, but I walked a good distance in addition to taking the bus. The head is still funky (now and then it gives me a start when I realize how funky it's become) with an off kilter quality that makes walking around the city, with or without a camera over my shoulder, more of an adventure than I like. I'll fight it when I retire; push myself outside, if only for the exercise. And breakfast. And lunch.