Daily wrap-up

It’s morning – already 9 a.m. – and I’m back from my walk. When I started out the thermometer read 57, but when I got out there it felt a lot closer to 65. Maybe the temp is skewed under my awning…so I only did the one lap. Mostly because I ran into Myrna and her dog Barkley, and talked away the urge to keep going.

I’m sore from yesterday’s grocery trip with Linda. I hustled groceries for her – she only goes shopping once a month, so there’s a lot – and she invited me to dinner. She and her husband are really nice people. He’s had five strokes and struggles. So I help them out. No biggie.

I went off to help her after spending most of the morning at coffee. Yeah, I went over there, sat with the guys. At least the whole conversation wasn’t about motorcycles, even though it started out that way. They moved into gas prices and oil company excesses, then governmental controls, then profiteering. It wasn’t rancorous, just tired. Especially after the realization that oil will be the preferred method of movement until it’s militarily necessary to have some other form in place. Then it’ll all change overnight.

Then they moved into investments and why Edward Jones was better’n all the rest. I just sat and listened, couldn’t add anything to THAT conversation.

I blew off going to the writers’ group. Well, I would have blown that off anyway, but this time I made a conscious decision to not go. Felt good, I don’t like that bunch anyway. Too many egos and not enough writing focus.

Then after dinner at Linda’s I came home and got ready for bed, and Sherry called. There went an hour of me trying to cheer her up and her arguing with me. And with the staff at the nursing home. Finally she ran out of stuff to gripe about and we hung up. I’m afraid to listen to how many minutes we have left on the calling card. But it’s three cents a minute instead of 25 cents that the local telephone company charges for intra-lata calls. I think the inter-lata calls are regulated by the FCC, because they’re only 6 or 8 cents a minute.

Ah, coffee. I’m now on my second cup, and it tastes so good…

Comments here on the blog have almost completely dried up. Well, I’m going through some nasty life changes and haven’t been writing, so there’s really no reason to comment. Especially since I’m writing about the changes so much. That and my boring life. Maybe one of these days I’ll get back into short stories and post them here, which will probably get me more readers. No biggie. I don’t need a lot of outside intervention right now, anyway. I gotta get through this period on my own. Although it is nice to get comments from Sandra Ruttan and E. Ann Bardawill.

Well, I’m out of words again. Looks like no writing today. Think I’ll go finish Garrison Keillor’s book Leaving Home. It’s interesting, and extremely well written. Wish I could write that well. Still, gotta find my own voice, and all that. Wonder if I can yodel?