Monday, August 12, 2024
Scotland with Curmudgeon
Monday, June 3, 2024
Rolf is Renewed. I am Mortal.
Lars Fujikawa, in his desperate confinement due to his spiralling ailments had me and my fine sons repair the ROLF NESLUND MEMORIAL in the tiny, almost non existent Pigeon Point Gateway Park. His statue had been stolen for the second time and his plinth cracked and made useless. I made use of the old concrete base of the original post and poured a 200lb base with a 3" concrete infused steel post and built a (very ugly ) masonry column. I did learn not to fill masonry with cement until the masonry has properly set, which any special needs child of 4 could have told me. A new and quite attractive head was cast at the cost of the original mold which finally succumbed to age and over use. In the end Rolf was finished and secure. This is the kind of thing that both invigorates me and also makes me question my motives and life decisions.
As a personal side note, on my 63rd birthday (how did that happen?) I was walking to a neighbor's to pick up the ROLF plaque and I had an "event" where in I almost passed out. Having never fainted in my life, it was fascinating ; everything got dark around the edge of my vision and reduced to a tunnel like matte. I remember thinking, "oh, I am going to sleep now..." and then my legs fell out from under me. I caught myself and never hit the pavement but was on the way. Atrial Fibrillation? Head rush with too much caffeine? Evil spirits and dark humors? Being a complete idiot I shook it off and finished the plaque project and then went home where a nice telephone nurse and my beloved Laurie got me to go to the emergency room. Not the bad stuff- no heart attack or stroke yet, but I need to see a cardiologist. It sort of happened (with variations,) again the next day.
Being old sucks.
Monday, May 6, 2024
Civilization's Nite Lite in a Grim, Dark Room
...Of course for every positive moment there is a moment of chaos. Laurie and I saw a downtown tweaker strip his clothes off and walk down 2nd Ave fully bare ass naked. It is a sad and beautiful world,
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
The Theme Park of Your Ancestors Beckons (and is totally indifferent)
My beloved and I went to France-Holland-Germany (in EUROPE). It was swell. I am unable at this time to speak anything but junior high level English so my communication with the locals was guttural pantomimes about food and bodily functions and asking if they spoke my sad and solitary language. While it was uniformly fascinating, it was also utterly indifferent to our presence, other than to accept our credit card. I wish I had deeply thoughts about our trip. It was nice to see countries not wholly consumed by MAGA politics and the orange pestilence, and strangely behaving as if the public welfare was important. Just the intricate dance of the bicycles in Amsterdam alone was enough to make you wish humans at home could simultaneously think of the greater good AND their own interests equally.
Photo credit LAURIE SANDER - Quimper, France
Monday, January 29, 2024
Attempting to see things in a positive light.
I am triying , valiently to see things in a less negative, and futile way. I am old but not dead yet, but i do not need to constantly see everything as a score on the misery index. I am drinking less and striving to be cheerful. So far so good.
Wednesday, January 3, 2024
...and the Elf, how it did burn so...
In the end, the Elf burnt just fine. People were great. Kind, decent, funny people who got the joke. There isn't really more to it than that. I am a lucky man to have a fine partner who loves me in Laurie and attractive, well behaved children and some nice friends who will always come to my house to see me do something truly unwise and monumentally stupid. Bless you all: every one.