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now this is discipline... the fact that i'm typing this, on a very early Friday morning. it's gotten to be a bad habit: no sooner do i arrive home, slide into the other half of my weekly routine, than my lights go out not long after midnight. on the futon. footie match droning in the background. cat adhered to my ass. Yoko long since retired. part of being an english football (soccer) fan is having to tape everything for later watching. though i may be a colonist, i know all to well what the natives go through: avoid all possible mention or broadcast of results, or lose the desire to spend two hours of your life to see it, firsthand. this makes for amusing observation from those who watch from the outside looking in... it's one step short of having to stick your fingers in your ears and do the "la-la-la-la" song when the news comes on. "retarded", i think the word is. well, maybe this will be a welcome change. i'll let you know in the morning... the real one. a reprieve tonight. from the wilting cold. not too far north of here, people are suffering from arctic blasts... ungodly, unrelenting tastes of what deep space must be like. ungodly? maybe that's just another whim of the wildness that runs things... if its indifference that seems to be a characteristic trait holds true. hmmm... a little testy after our nap, are we? actually, i awoke in a reasonably good mood in the morning. not so surprisingly, Yoko has been at home all week long. the older lady she's been doing home health care duties for took a turn for the worst, early on. more ulcers. inside, that bad feeling that she's headed down the slippery slope is becoming obvious. this is the same reason that i'd tried to steer her away from this career path... some are emotionally equipped to deal with people that won't ever get healthy, others too delicate to endure it. i don't think this will end well. despite being at the house all week, she didn't notice that the miata took a little trip all on its own, at some point. not long after stirring and disgorging the SAAB of my traveling possessions, i'd noticed that it was in an unfamiliar position... nose leaning against the brick flower bed. in the cockpit, the shift lever in neutral. with dodgy parking brakes, this is something i never do. methinks some of the neighbor boys may have had a go with pretending to be SpeedRacer. bet they were surprised. i sure was. now, the bent air intake below the numberplate makes it look like it's got the BillyIdol sneer. so much for trusting your country neighbors. at least there's no mechanical damage... but i'll be looking for those that might look my way a little more furtively than usual. little bastards. thankfully, no radio tomorrow (or should i say, this afternoon). it'll be different to have a Friday off... not that i can escape completely. rockmarathon begins shortly, and program descriptions are due today for the program guides. also, C'ville will be transformed into megalopolis, this week, with the students back from holiday. the city returns. you can run, but you can't hide. just another form of discipline. |
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