It’s the first day in over 3 weeks I’ve woken up without a cough. I thought it would never end. Now the last guy at the office who hasn’t been sick is. I feel for him.
Much to do this weekend. I wasn’t expecting the long distance detour that put me off course on New Years. Now I can rebound physically and mentally.
Whiskey is looking mighty fine.
New Years Eve I was wondering why these images began to pop up on my feed from Minna a native of Finland now living in Sweden. I had’t taken any of her calls in 2018 because I had absolutely nothing to share that was positive. Besides she’s been married. After a few drinks and as she had been obviously indulging as well and being I had nothing better to do I agreed to take her call which went on for hours into the new year. The news, she’s divorced.
With Minna 1984 Mt Wood Overlook Wheeling WV in my red leather jacket and pomp hair when I tried to model myself off of one of my favorite bands the Romantics.
Now I’ve got to write this thing in reverse this weekend. I’ve been too sick but to do anything but work and post images and news bits. I spent both days last weekend shopping and doing laundry which took being out in the cold which didn’t really help things much. Try to find a small container of sugar free or fat free hazelnut creamer in this city is pointless. Do people drink that like milk? Then it was back to work and it’s been m’fing COLD with some COLD RAIN. Work is very busy for me right now. I couldn’t be happier but at the days end I’m mentally drained. This may very well be the most challenging office gig I’ve ever had. Mark gets back Sunday so I have a lot to get done before that.
Saturday morning: was in bed till 9AM and stripped my bed of blankets and comforter and prepared it for a trip to the laundromat. It felt good to sleep in. I had taken too much Melatonin and it made me itchy. On top of that 150 mg of an OTC but by 11P I realized I needed to take my final Ambien. Then it was off to lala land.
As I sat there w/ my first cup of coffee I looked up at the wall that needed some touching up. The cracks were bugging me. 2 min into the project I opened a can of worms I wished I had left as is. It was too late. It tuned into a very large project. Now I’m waiting for it to dry so I can put pictures and books back into their place Te clean up was almost as hard as the project itself. Go figure. This house is non stop work and its becoming too much. Its never fucking ending.
More to come….
Montrose Beach and Montrose Harbor Jan 2019
“Like most others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles – a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other – that kept me going.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary