I’ve become a waiter. I’m sitting here waiting for UPS to pick up my Amazon return, the one I waited all day yesterday for them to pick up, and I’m waiting for someone at the Bronx office of the NYC board of elections to talk to me about my missing absentee ballot. I’ve been waiting days for that. The voice message says, “I’ll get back to you as soon as I get your message.” This is time sensitive. The election is in less than a week. I would love to go out, but I don’t want to miss the pickup or the call. I wrote that an hour ago. I don’t even want to risk taking a shower until UPS comes. I was promised that they’d be here by six. It’s 2:33.
I had poutine last night and didn’t get sick. I’m back to having poutine as a regular part of my diet. That makes life better. Good thing my blood pressure isn’t a problem, it’s very salty. As I don’t deep fry the potatoes that’s the unhealthiest thing about it. Air fried potatoes are far closer to deep-fried potatoes than diet Coke is to Coke, even cane sugar coke.
I’m spending a lot of time on Facebook and whether that’s a positive or negative experience depends on how I look at it. When I scroll through my feed I find so much to get angry about. Most of my friends agree with me on politics, but not all. I’m of course upset at the racists and xenophobic posts. I’m also upset with terrible arguments by people on my side of the political divide and those that dehumanize people on the other side. I could comment on each and every post or I could say nothing but stew over each and every post. That makes me miserable and don’t do anything to help. It’s hard but I try to not go down that path. I could focus on wonderful things like the fact that my post, The Oxford comma is the hill i die on. elicited 44 comments and a vigorous discussion. Most people don’t even know what an Oxford comma is, but my friends have opinions on it. Even though not using the Oxford comma threatens the survival of civilization, we can talk civilly to those that disagree. That’s the world I want to live in, and it’s a world I can choose to live in. That doesn’t mean ignoring the world’s problems. I don’t, and I’m not shy about voicing my opinions as people’s notions of what’s normal is based on what they see and hear.
Back to writing at 3:53, no phone call and no UPS. He’s a shocker, the ice from the iced coffee I poured at about 1 has still not melted. The coffee is long gone. I couldn’t be writing this without it. Based on how I feel my sleep apnea is acting up. I had a lot of trouble getting out of bed this morning and didn’t for two hours. On the bright side that leads to frequent dreams, not that I remember most of them. One was about a gathering of Fruheads, fans of Moxy Fruvous, that I haven’t seen in years. The part I remember best and that is most interesting is that I was talking to Carey about who we were seeing and that we didn’t see Gella. Immediately a group of people parted, and we saw that Gella was standing behind them. I’m always fascinated by dream imagery following the dream thoughts, rather than the other way around. Dreaming is complex and non-linear.
I got a call from my therapist today; she rescheduled my session to our usual time and day. When I called to make the appointment, I assumed that the secretary would give me my usual time if available, that was a false assumption. Things are different in the age of COVID-19. When I went in person Diana and I would wave at each other when I came in and if she wasn’t busy with someone else I’d say hi and she’d say, “I scheduled your usual time for the next month. That’s a good system and I got spoiled. When I called I did not talk to Diana, so I didn’t get the personal touch.
Wise Madness 