May I be excused?

 

Books and films. Over the weekend, "Sophie's Choice" and "On Golden Pond" and lined up for later today if it pleases me to keep on living harder into retirement, "The Graduate". Instead of turning to with brainwork and brag at day's end that Today I accomplished something worthwhile, maybe more of various Klondike Solitaire games in a file on my computer desktop, mixed up with comics. "Calvin and Hobbes" and "Far Side" and veer off to chase down other longtime favorites. 

Why so inspired? My mother said I was born thirty-five years old: taken with new wisdom that Life is Short and we Haven't much Time, eighty-six and pandemic are sufficient to raise my hand and ask to be excused. Maybe eat chocolate, drink coffee, and slice liver pâté and butter onto chunks of bread broken from that warm French baguette. And oysters: on the way home from church yesterday noon, stopped by Tarpon Dock Seafood and bought three pints; salt shaker, Louisiana hot sauce, saltine crackers, and go.

Sun's not trying very hard this December 6 Monday, but may be 70F here on the Florida Gulf Coast.

Linda's making stuffed eggs. Before they go into the refrigerator, I like one or two while they're still warm. Where does it take me? IDK, maybe 1946? Remember the immediate post-war 1946 V-for-Victory Chevrolet? 

Magazine essayist are having a field day writing articles about "The Great Resignation" and "How to care less about work" &al as Americans discover there's more to life than five hours a week commuting to work, forty hours a week at work, five hours a week commuting from work, all the overtime you can get, and a home life of exhaustion and impatience with family, the only ones who really matter. Those who live after us in a post-covid generation may realize that, for all the sickness and death, the pandemic forced/enabled all manner of societal changes to make the Time of human life more valued.

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