Religious Right Republican
Saturday. My three tasks to accomplish yesterday dribbled well on into the evening but, I think, to reasonably good effect. Got the haircut: excellent. Had lunch with the old crew: excellent. Met Mr. E and Mr. H at 19th Street Station and, although we did the usual dance over glasses of Guinness as we discussed art and life, the substantive and the silly, and we ended up at the sushi place on the corner taking advantage of their two for the price of one sake special, I came through clear headed, having watched my consumption and got home in time for my Chinese soaps even though I'd missed the last bus and had to wait in line for a cab: really excellent. Of course, after Thursday evening, when I was ganged up upon by Mr. Sake and Mrs. Merlot, I would have been a fool to conduct myself otherwise, not that there wasn't always the possibility of foolishness subverting my most excellent resolve. But this is one of those basic questions, I suppose, that adds more drama than you might like to your life. Cigaret smoking can have similar results.
We have heard this before.
Boy, haven't we? But I'm feeling this adjustment to retirement is starting to jell, the attitude is picking up, ambition beginning to make its move. This year may turn out better than I'd imagined. Which would be just in time given the miserable number of pictures I've been shooting. There's no despair, here, just an admission I've been in a slump. I am confident this will turn around. Tomorrow. Day after tomorrow.
You've got to cut this crap! People will think you're a religious right Republican with all these “I'm going to do this or that” lies you've been selling yourself.
Oh, god! Do you think?
You could be called worse, but for the life of me I can't think anymore what worse might be.
An RRR? My god (she likes it with a small “g” and, since one does not if one is sane argue with god, a small “g” it shall be), a Religious Right Republican? Here? In Oakland?