This World Away
Monday. I was noticing (again) how much time I spend on the Internet reading the news, visiting Facebook (and the like) totally apart from the journal. Yes, I get outside, but still. What do people with time on their hands do during their days? TV? Movies? Hobbies? I've always had hobbies, the photography bug bit when I was quite young, so maybe that will help keep my brain alive. Then again, maybe the brain grows just as well under an Internet light. Better than television, I would guess. Common wisdom, who knows if it's true or not? Just a thought, this Sunday afternoon, sitting at the computer, on the Internet.
A run by Safeway after breakfast for cat food, toothpaste, tomatoes and more cat food. Some experimenting with various cat food entrees in hopes of, well, getting her to eat, not with enthusiasm, but with any enthusiasm. I'm learning. She'll ignore whatever it is I put out, maybe eat a bit, but leave it until she's sure I'm serious and then she'll consume eighty or ninety percent of whatever it may be remaining, generally when I'm not looking. Who's chasing whom's tail around this apartment? Meow?
They're saying sun throughout the week, the highs in the low sixties, yesterday getting up to something like seventy-three. This is, of course, good, although I've never paid particular attention to the actual numbers and my memory of what it's done over these last forty years is, well, reduced to saying “it's usually pretty good”. Does that impart any information other than my memory is going or it's not something I've particularly tried to remember? Does it matter? Then why am I writing about it? I confuse myself more often than not anymore. Strange, maybe. Strange to see.
I can't just walk out the door with a camera later. I mean, I do that every day, each trip a little different than the last, but doesn't that say I'm in another rut? I guess it doesn't matter as long as I enjoy the walks and whatever pictures I produce. My old hobby, model railroading, wasn't it pretty much sit at a work bench and play at building little toys (accurate to scale, my friends, and thereby appropriate for attention of serious minded adults - history, you understand, studying a nation's culture), buying impossibly expensive little gizmos and otherwise retreating from the world? I guess. Sounds right.
Later. Well, I have a UPS delivery due today, nothing special, but I, of course, waited around this morning in some expectation before getting out the door and walking down to the bus stop. Remembered I needed a bus pass for next month. Ran into a guy at the stop who turned out to be another “hey, take my picture” opportunity, so, of course, I did. Just as the UPS truck rolled by along Grand and turned the corner heading for my street.
OK. As I said, nothing important, I can wait until tomorrow. A bus down, a bus ticket purchased, a bus back to find UPS hadn't arrived ('tis the season, after all, they might not get here until after six), so good. One of the packages contains two pair of Land's End jeans in a size that fits. It's good to have pants that fit. Most of mine don't at the moment.
My sympathy and condolences to Rein, who's father passed away in the Netherlands last night. Rein was able to return home and be with him when he died. That comes to us all, one day, as we all learn in this life. Doesn't make it any easier. You deal with it as you must. Again, my best thoughts from half this world away.