I am seriously scraping the bottom of a 55 gallon oil drum with this post, simply because I have no solid idea on what to bloviate about today. But, we are if anything, a persistent persnickety kind of blogger. So....off we go to the pasty gray muddy civilized yonder of my world. And hey, keep those hands and arms in, otherwise you might get touched by one of the new generation of panhandlers. You know, the ones sporting Air Jordans and $300 Ray Ban sunglasses.
Over the July 4th weekend, I was basically so ready to just chill out and relax that I was getting goosebumps all over my body. I had all the necessary implements of destruction at the ready: hat, lounge chair, mini-stool/table, and pen and paper in case I wanted to do some writing. But....something was missing. Something that is so essential to the routine that is my life that should I not have it, I become a little confused. Neigh, I become downright lost.
It took me a few minutes to figure out what it was, but there it wasn't.
Normally I have at least 2 books from the public library at the ready for reading. Usually my reading is done at lunch time, but on the weekend I'll vegetate for an hour or so outside with my nose buried in a good book. This time, I had no book to read. I really had no one to blame except myself, as I completely forgot to go the library prior to the 4th. I went on the 5th, but just like most everything else connected with the guv'ment, it was shut down tighter than a politician's conscience.
So I returned my books in the drop box and spent not only a frustrating weekend not reading, but spent the first couple days of the next week not being able to read too. Basically, I didn't get to the library until Wednesday, which in turn allowed me to get my needed fix. I picked out three titles*: two non-fiction (Columbia and cocaine; WW II) and one fiction (murder mystery, I think), so all is right with my world once again.
So my dear friends and readers my question to you is this: Have you experienced anything like this in your life, where you become seriously lost without your particular kind of "white noise"?
*Cocaina: A Book On Those Who Make It; The Deserters: The Hidden Side of WWII; Silence Once Begun
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