to-day
What a lovely morning on 7H porch, 60° and no wind. Oh, wind 6 mph, but from the North, so completely blocked by the building, calm and cool out here.
Still working chapter at a time through a book that is turning out to be a lifetime favorite: Ernst Jünger's diary journal "The Storm of Steel" and a quote,
Who knows but that the world
To ruin may be hurled?
But if it last to-day,
To-day's enough!
Sunday noon dinner. Harrison's crowded and Alice's closed for several days, so Thai Something across the street from 7H: food loaded with salt that Monday morning has both feet swelled with fluid. Be more mindful next Time, eh?
Breakfast of shabby chic: second mug of hot, black, the last of my September coffee club coffee, the October coffee will be coming along in about a week; a Wedgwood Florentine Blue bread & butter plate with two Angus beef hot dog wieners microwaved, cut into bites, and with sweet, red Heinz catsup and creamy lemony Hellmann's mayo. Francis the First oyster fork to eat it with. Linen napkin? No, a half-sheet jerked off the kitchen paper roll.
On the smooth, flat Bay: yellow boat testing a Mercury outboard racing up, making its U-turn, and speeding back toward their Millville terminal. I still think that would have been the perfect job for me, starting age 18 and I'd never leave Bay County, never be out of sight and smell of the great salt sea, never go north of US Highway 98. At 87 I'd still be doing it, heading for seventy years on the job.
Here comes another yellow boat.
Not to say busy, but an active day for us. Staff meeting at 9:30: the Nays far outweigh the Ayes, but along with working from home instead of driving to the office every day, Zoom meetings are one of the covid pandemic's positive contributions to western civilization, such as it is.
In the news: in San Antonio someone recruited a homeless street-dwelling illegal immigrant to entice about fifty more like himself, with McDonald's coupons, moving into a hotel with food, laundry, &c until the planes were chartered to fly them to Martha's Vineyard with a promise of well treatment &c on arrival. How is it turning out for the fifty? Did they do better with the scam, or was life better on the streets of San Antonio? IDK, PlusTime is meant to be more a religious and humanity blog than a political blog: you say.
Other in the news, Putin the Great armchair generalissimo waging war from the map on the table in front of him. As eighty years ago General Manstein said of another of history's great paranoid narcissists, "My God, what an idiot." How many people must die before P the G is taken down?
After staff meeting, to Sam's for my flu shot and I like to browse, window-shop in Sam's. We may have a special friend over for supper after work this evening, so may check out the prime beef burgers and rotisserie chickens.
From Sam's to Skechers to look at relaxed shoes. Linda wants to look, and because I never buy shoes - - I "have my shoes" - - my Sunday best "dress" shoes are over twenty years old, and my best backup shoes are twenty-five to thirty years in regular use. I buy my shoes at the SAS stores in Birmingham and Atlanta where I'll never be again, and the SAS shoe store here - - well, I like to try shoes on before buying, not mail order, so I also am going along to look at Skechers. Maybe something relaxed in black with black "rubber" soles that won't be noticed as I hand out Communion wafers.
Later in the day? Maybe stop by the deli at Winn-Dixie for a take-home lunch treat? The fried catfish was good. IDK, depends, doesn't it.
The news. Saturn is in the night sky, and Mars: but just as J B Phillips said "Your God Is Too Small," so also, human beings' World Is Too Small: mindless as ants, we fight and kill each other. How stupid we are when there is a universe to explore, and life is short,
and Neptune has rings.
RSF&PTL
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