Saturday, January 7, 2017
A Dry Rain
Clouds. Rain. I am exhausted after a week of layoffs at the factory, me the messenger. The weather suits my mood.
At the week's bloody end, it was still "No Drink January."
"Why?!?" people ask me with astonishment.
"I'm trying to let you catch up," I say. Sometimes. Other times I talk about my internal organs.
So last night, we took the little scooter up to a new (for us) sushi place. Oh, man, it was wonderful. Had I known, I would have been much sooner. But what is sushi without sake and scotch? Oh, well, the green tea was good and oaky. I may go back today for lunch. They have a bowl of ramen noodle soup that looks delicious.
That's what I have instead of liquor.
What will those people do, I keep asking myself? There must be terrible despair. I keep racking my brain for solutions and compromises. I am a problem solver, I tell myself. Think of something!
The bad dreams may be over. Last night they were simply dull. But I don't look any better. Where is the miracle? I guess temperance must be its own reward.
"I'm proud of you."
"Why? Don't doctors say that you should have two drinks a day? You know better than doctors?"
"You don't drink two a day."
True enough. Maybe this will teach me to be moderate. I have never been a fan however.
Tone on tone, grey on grey. I look forward to the next meal.
Posted by cafe selavy at 10:03 AM