Symptoms With Photographs
Monday birthday Monday, the sun shining, the temperature predicted to reach the low eighties, a light breeze coming in from over the lake. Not a bad way to turn 61 if you have to turn 61. I've accomplished little these last four days, watched some movies, taken naps, eaten breakfast with the usual suspects down the way at the usual cafe. I reread my last dozen entries and couldn't understand a one. An occasional coherent paragraph, but that's about it. Hi, ho, into my sixties I go, shedding brain cells, concern and coherence. I find there are many good things about this entering your sixties business.
I think I've come to a kind of peace on the car. I'll compromise and buy something a couple of years old, perhaps one of the Honda CRV's. There are no two year old Elements and maybe that's for the best. I liked the design of the CRV, although the addition of 50's juke box tail lights on their latest puts me off. Still, the 2003 or the 2002, something to drive with air bags and room enough for photo gear. If necessary I can always upgrade the stereo. This will eliminate a car payment during a time I might not have a job and still keep a cushion in the bank. So no more talk of automobiles until the current one dies. Probably next month.
No more talk about buying a car? Can we get that in blood?
No, I'm too heavily into circular argument. I just now priced a new one on their web site. Couldn't see the juke box trim in the picture, thought it looked nice. Life in the fast lane (in my twenty-five year old Toyota).
So, a ding-a-ling four days, no ambition to walk around the neighborhood, watched some movies, had a good dinner in the city. The job clearly has me burned out and four days is not enough time to turn it around. I'm not certain portions of this journal won't show up one day in a psychology text: Classic Symptoms 101. Of something. Again life often proves more interesting than you can imagine, but who would have thought? Classic symptoms with photographs.