If you have adjusted your clocks this morning, you know your life is not your own. The cat's clock is still the same. So are the birds'. You now will experience some internal realignment that will not make you feel well for awhile. You must do this. You have no choice (unless you live in Hawaii or Arizona, of course).
Where are the conservatives when you need them? Why the hell isn't the Tea Party up in arms about this one?
I stayed home last night, turning down invitations for drinks. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to be healthy. I thought I might do a little yoga/stretching and got on the floor and felt the tightness that is me. And a few minutes later, I had done something wrong. I couldn't straighten up. I grabbed some NSAIDS and went to bed.
That didn't help. I have searing, shooting pains this morning. I can't straighten up, I can't bend over. I can't twist nor can I turn.
I should have gone for drinks. There is a BIG lesson to be learned here.
I know from experience how long this will hurt. I don't look forward to the next few days.
Before I hurt myself, though, I watched a DVD a friend had dropped off for me called "Tarpon." It was made by Guy de la Valdene. Never heard of him? Huh. His claim to fame, it seems, was being friends with Jim Harrison, Tom McGuane, Jimmy Buffet, and Richard Brautigan. I think he had some family money. "Tarpon" is about. . . I'm not really sure what it is about. It is not quite a documentary about fishing. It is more like a home movie with some footage of the writers talking for a second about fishing. Not quite sure. But it was made at the time I was hanging out in Key West. I knew everyone in the film by sight, and there is one shot of me lying on a small pier, too. Really, I was shocked. I had to roll back the film to watch again. In fact, it wasn't me, but it looked just like me at the time lying in a place I'd often been before. Here is a link to the trailer.
The 1970s was one of the worst decades in history for many, many reasons. It was certainly a time of Fear and Loathing (Hunter was there, too, though he was not in the film). We were all ugly then.
O.K. I can't sit at the computer any longer. I have to try to find a way to stop this insane pain. What a waste of time.
ReplyDeleteI am stoned. Very. I think one of the first comments I ever left at Cafe Selavy was about my time in the Keys.
Provincetown is something like the Keys. I probably said that way back when.
It is March cold here. You can feel the cold rain in the air. Rattles your bones it does. But I saw a crocus this morning. And so.
Hannah is sick. I'm worried. This is the exact time last year as we were 5 weeks away from Paris that she was diagnosed with mono. Started with a virus. That's what the doctor said she had today. Sigh. I have forbid her to go to school tomorrow as she needs another day of rest. Of course she wants to go to school to see her boyfriend etc.
I would like to take a surprise trip to Paris in April. Hannah will be in Florida for her vacation, her father is going to Denmark. I should go to Paris. Yes. I should.
I had my first Africa meeting. I'm telling you the thought makes my insides feel all wiggly. I must do it. We are zeroing in on Tanzania (though I want to see Karen Blixen's house). And maybe a stop an overnight in Dubai and two in Zanzibar. Apparently Arab Emirates Airlines is the way to go. More when I have some tour company information. January or February.
I haven't given up on my Hannah collage. I'm just a fuck up with so much going on -- and a zillion things one quarter to half done. Someday. I had to do paperwork today catching up on paying people etc. It sucked but I do feel better about getting much of it done (not all of it .. no no.)
Anyway -- I've been reading as always.