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...so now it's old "mod" pop songs. A might on the cheesy side, but that pendulum idea doesn't seem too far from the mark. Since that's certainly the way life appears to function. All or nothing. Seriously fucked, or stupidly blissful. Broke or flush. Crushingly dull or at light speed. Today, a case in point. A material day... the best material being abundant rain from the sky for the better part of it. When it's gone, how easily forgotten that the earth has a scent. That you can catch a chill, and it will wrap around you like a soggy wool blanket. That you can flush the bog and not feel guilty. One day remains in the bathroom exile. In a few short hours, it will be possible to shower in this house for the first time in a month... minor trimwork the only holdup. My, that was sobering. Knowing how easy it is for everything to be taken away (underline "everything"), I try to accept daily that nothing should be taken for granted. Thirty + days of having to pee outside, while definitely minor stakes, is a good lesson. So is realizing that a bath is a poor substitute for a shower. Unless you dig a good soak. And aren't alone. Nice start to MiniChristmas. Bottles for the hot sauce came today, also the remaining bits for the industrial strength processor. And the camera. I gues I'm set for the year. But, it is just stuff. Potential energy, perhaps. Tools for change, or purpose... depending upon the sincerity of the use of them. It's my choice, like the sign says. Minus the garbled gospel music. To cap it all, a strange afternoon. Slick Willie enlisted me to come along for an inspection of his newest money-making project... an ex-British armored personnel carrier. As seen on the streets of Belfast. Eleven tons of extravagance. That's his modus operandi... if it's ridiculous enough, someone else is liable to pay more for it, because it's there. Seems to work for him. The strange part, really, was the location, on the ancestral farm of an arch-conservative (who once denied me the opportunity to rent one of her houses, since I was then living in sin... this, the person who wants to dig up the family's past). Surely made the two beers and accelerants taste sublime, sitting on the back of the armorplate. Hearing stories from the farmhand about the decline of their empire. Yes, the pendulum does swing. |
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