Playing With Danger
Sunday. I will not discuss last night. There is no reason to discuss last night. We are all but children, I'm afraid; all of us, no matter our age.
Today, well today went slowly. I did more thinking about how I'd like to set up the shot for a new artandlife home page. Poor old artandlife has been too funky for too long. Having now made the decision I'm guessing it won't take more than another year or so to finish. A task that might take a minute in normal time can drag on for months in Sole Proprietor time. So, we start with shooting the photograph. This is good. Headache or not. Hair of the dog (or not). Here in Oakland.
I managed to get down to my last clean pair of shorts and t-shirt today before breaking down and running a number of loads through the laundry. For somebody who's been around for a while and theoretically learned to cope with the day to day stuff you have to learn to handle to call yourself an adult, I seem to have missed some of the basics. I remember my friend MRM had a washer and drier put in his bedroom in an alcove right next to his closet. I think I could do that. Place the clothes into the washer, a simple movement of the upper torso: add soap, push the button. Thirty minutes later move it to the drier right beside it. More difficult than that seems to bring on issues.
The washer and the drier in the building are located two floors below. It's not a large building and so the washers and drier are usually available. From apartment to elevator to washing machine is maybe forty-five seconds. I don't seem to be able to build the necessary interest to use them until things get problematic. I wonder if there's a Karma aspect, something I did or didn't do in a prior existence? Then again it's a Sunday, Monday tomorrow, but a Monday fronting a three day week.
MSW asked me if “live fast, die young, leave clean underwear and sox” wasn't one of the mottos of my generation. I remembered the motto as “live fast, die young, and leave a good looking corpse”. Clean underwear and sox, however, gives me an out, something I can actually accomplish. Yet here I sit in my last clean pair of shorts, playing with danger, sitting at the computer in my apartment this Sunday evening, here in Oakland.