Because a big clown hit me.
Apr. 21st, 2024 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coffeedaivI am at the coffee shop attached to the bookstore. It’s Sunday. I have completed (most of) my food shopping for the week, getting everything I want to need to eat until next time. Keeping it under budget. I was surprised by someone having cultivated and was selling what I know as “Miners Lettuce”, from my years (many years ago) as a boy scout in central Ca. The farmer confirmed my identification of it, though she says it is called “Claytonia”. It tastes like boy scout summer camp.
I got paid, and my bills are settled.
I have a book to read, though I don’t much want to read, right this second.
i don’t have to work, tomorrow, so I am not concerned with that.
I brought my tablet and keyboard, so I can write. And I don’t much want to work on the one story, but i feel like i should finish the one before i start the next. Then again, I know better than to let Should dictate my actions.
I was informed, by email, that the crack in my celing (the crack that has been in my ceiling for all of the … 6? 8? years i have lived in this studio poses a danger to me, and that the owners need me to move out for 4 to six weeks, with the cat, while they repair it. They have given no deadline (other than the vague “this is dangerous and you should deal with it quickly note), and offered no assistance. I have contacted the Seattle Tenants union, waiting to hear from them. Will, per the suggestion of a good and wise and smart friend, also be investigating the possibility of help from UW Law School legal assistance. I expect I can make a well informed, rational, decision. Rather than the panicked knee jerk reactive decision that think is expected, if only by Me.
Mom had a stroke, a couple weeks ago. She’s doing okay, i suppose. Based on what Oldest Brother says, as she visits with her regularly. She requires assistance and therapy. I don’t know how much intervention she would want, if she were capable of expressing a preference. I don’t think it matters much. Weeks, not months, is my prediction. I don’t think there is a lot we can do, and i don’t know if any of my brothers are thinking the same thing. I mean, they are all pretty smart, surely it is not just me, right? Surely, all of us understand that this is the end of a long and well lived life. She has earned her rest. And it is right and necessary for us to let her go, not … struggle to have her hold on.
Why am I here? Because I don’t want to have my day be just at home. Because it is a pretty nice spring day, and I can be out of the apartment, with coffee and a book and something to write.
Because I want to see people, if only strangers, alone or in small groups, all and each of us in our own worlds.
Because a big clown hit me.
I got paid, and my bills are settled.
I have a book to read, though I don’t much want to read, right this second.
i don’t have to work, tomorrow, so I am not concerned with that.
I brought my tablet and keyboard, so I can write. And I don’t much want to work on the one story, but i feel like i should finish the one before i start the next. Then again, I know better than to let Should dictate my actions.
I was informed, by email, that the crack in my celing (the crack that has been in my ceiling for all of the … 6? 8? years i have lived in this studio poses a danger to me, and that the owners need me to move out for 4 to six weeks, with the cat, while they repair it. They have given no deadline (other than the vague “this is dangerous and you should deal with it quickly note), and offered no assistance. I have contacted the Seattle Tenants union, waiting to hear from them. Will, per the suggestion of a good and wise and smart friend, also be investigating the possibility of help from UW Law School legal assistance. I expect I can make a well informed, rational, decision. Rather than the panicked knee jerk reactive decision that think is expected, if only by Me.
Mom had a stroke, a couple weeks ago. She’s doing okay, i suppose. Based on what Oldest Brother says, as she visits with her regularly. She requires assistance and therapy. I don’t know how much intervention she would want, if she were capable of expressing a preference. I don’t think it matters much. Weeks, not months, is my prediction. I don’t think there is a lot we can do, and i don’t know if any of my brothers are thinking the same thing. I mean, they are all pretty smart, surely it is not just me, right? Surely, all of us understand that this is the end of a long and well lived life. She has earned her rest. And it is right and necessary for us to let her go, not … struggle to have her hold on.
Why am I here? Because I don’t want to have my day be just at home. Because it is a pretty nice spring day, and I can be out of the apartment, with coffee and a book and something to write.
Because I want to see people, if only strangers, alone or in small groups, all and each of us in our own worlds.
Because a big clown hit me.
