My innards are being quite rude to me, but that probably has something to do with all the arrowroot biscuits I ate over the last two days. I’m also super tired. I walked to the dentist, where I THOUGHT I was going to get my teeth cleaned and didn’t because their appointment booking software sucks. Instead I got shot full of xrays and told to come back in July. Gee, thanks.
I bought food (I finally remembered to bring the wooden shopping bag handles) and walked, rather slowly, back and now I just feel really really tired. On the way a woman went by me YELLING AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS HOW JESUS ALL SHE WANTED WAS A GODDAM DRINK AND A GODDAM BITE TO EAT. Well now if you’re in the middle of a psychotic episode (signs definitely pointing that way…) you might have a little trouble getting seated at the café.
And I have to mow the lawn, although I am going to wait until it is just barely light enough out and do it then. I should probably do some weed whacking too but I’ll see what happens to my energy level. I am having some other symptoms too which I am too kind to worry you all with, but it’s all consistent with early onset dementia, so that’s very jolly making. Losing my ability to think and talk! It’s what I was put on earth for.
I tried to nap and a friend phoned just as I was falling asleep. Friend, shaky fisty!
We are going to have unchurch on Sunday and I can hardly wait. It will be very different than what I am used to. I decided to bail on Sasamat camp; without campfires, wacky tabacky and beer, plus at least the possibility of illicit sex and a musical jam, it all seems rather pointless; I don’t imagine most people really frame church camps in those terms, though. They always have a no talent night but it’s all so dreadfully earnest, and the older I get the clearer I am in my own mind about what I really think is fun as opposed to what the prescribed forms of fun are.
Lexi, bless her, fed me a super easy but tasty meal (cannellini beans and grape tomatoes with herbs and garlic baked under half a dozen or so fresh chicken thighs) and got me to the point where I can consistently do a single crochet. It was lovely to see her, Darwin, and Rob. Darwin is a mischievous lad but he really is good at keeping himself entertained, especially when all he got for his birthday was Lego. You know, the really complicated ones meant for kids two years older than him and up.
People are still asking me how the cafe is going. I wonder how many times I will have to patiently tell them that I’d rather talk about something else, like how fucking stupid they are.
