Forgive me Gentle Readers for I have sinned. I have not blogged in days. I’ve been doing much better in getting things done but slipped up on this. How many days has it been? Three days! I’m confessing to not going to confession. That’s nice and meta and part of my penance. I will now and attempt to expiate the rest of my sin. For a Jewish atheist I enjoy the language of Catholicism.
This will go a long way towards expiation, an idiot story. They say write what you know and what I know better than anyone is the workings of my mind. I feel confident blogging about that. The other day, god knows how many days, though clearly less than or equal to three, I went out to get milk. I left the apartment, walked down the stairs, noticed I had mail in the mailbox and made a mental note to pick it up on the way back, and left the building. When I got outside I saw someone directly in my path not wearing a mask. I started to get annoyed then realized, I wasn’t wearing a mask! I told you that I’m an idiot. I turned right around and even remembered to stop at the mailbox. There were no people around, so I felt it safe to do that. When I got back to the apartment I sorted mine from my roommate’s. One of mine was a card. I went into the living room and left it by my chair in the living room to read on my return. Then I headed out. I made it to the stairs and realized that I still wasn’t wearing a mask! You think it’s easy being an idiot? It’s not. I turned around, went back to the apartment, and put a mask on then turned around and for the third time attempted to get milk.
This time I made it all the way to the store and picked up the milk and even remembered to buy eggs. I’m trying to be more careful about going out but when I make a shopping run like that I spend less than five minutes in the store, so the risk is relatively low. When I got home I opened my card. It was a save the date for a wedding! I’m not sure if I’m allowed to say who it is in public so I’m not. The wedding is next October. I had planned on washing my hair that day, but I like the bride so for her sake I will. The groom likes Dawes, but I’ll attend the wedding anyway. If they are the wedding band I’m turning right around and heading home.
I’ve been watching a lot streaming concerts of late. Last night it was via Zoom with Christine Lavin, with guest shots by Vance Gilbert and a singer from California whose name escapes me. I’m giving myself the I’m an idiot pass. Always extra funny to say that in reference to Christine as she always introduces me to the audience as a Jeopardy champ. People that know me through Chris think I’m smart. Little do they know that I just act smart to hide that I’m an idiot. Joking around with the artist is a big part of what I get out of streaming concerts. It’s a form of socializing. I get to spend time with friends.
Yesterday afternoon I had a two-and-a-half-hour phone call with a friend; That does wonders for my mental health, just as much if not more than therapy. This friend would have made a great therapist. She also is good at giving me ideas and motivating me to do practical things. I need that. One thing she suggested is setting up a separate blog where I’d get paid for sharing musical discoveries. Such a thing exists. God knows I could use the money and it would be doing something that I love. I’m lucky I have such a great support system. It takes a village to raise a village idiot.
There is an irony in that I’m choosing to write about being an idiot today as one of my other potential subject to blog on was the history of the evolution of life. It’s an exciting story with well defined climaxes despite evolution thought of as a gradual process. I will save that for another day and do more research before I write. I am never confident on how to spell archaea. Hey spell check said I spelled it correctly. Would any of My Gentle Readers be interested in a pure science entry? I’ve always wanted to be a science writer. Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke were early heroes of mine. Waylon Jennings’ heroes might have always been cowboys but mine have always been scientists and science writers. Don’t worry about me running myself down. I am well aware of my virtues, not just my faults. It’s just funnier writing about my foibles than my fortes. One of my fortes is humor, a great deal of my ego is enmeshed with making people laugh.
I have no idea how to end this. How about I just play a new song for you?
Wise Madness 