I know you look at this photo and think, "He really needs that $10,000 worth of camera gear." Right? Imagine what I could accomplish!
Rather than going out and making pictures, though, yesterday I went to my mother's and made another stretch of flower garden. Boy oh boy, her backyard is really looking nice. I put up a bird feeder, too, and the birds are already coming, but my mother worries about rats. Hmm. I hadn't thought of that before. Funny, I think, because my parents always taught me to see the charcoal lining.
In the afternoon, I bought ten different vegetables and a bunch of tofu. Spent a long while chopping, then oiled and seasoned it all and put it all on a pan on the grill. Put on some jasmine rice to cook. And then. . .
I sat myself to rest with a Campari and soda. Sent the pic around to friends, of course.
"What are you drinking?"
And so I had to show them what I was smoking, too--and with what. My new cigarette holder. Holy smokes! Now all I need is the jeweler's necklace to hold my glasses. I have the linen pants, of course, but they no longer fit. . . of course. I'll have to get some new ones (of course).
How'd I become this way?
Books and movies, I imagine. A longing for something gone. Colonial splendor. You know, the bad stuff. Not like Russia, mind you. No. . . . Civilizers and nation builders.
I should just wear robes like Jesus. Wait. . . I pretty much do.
The vegetables grilled then plated, I poured a mixture of toasted sesame seed oil, soy sauce, honey, and water over the top. Can't remember what that concoction is called, but it sure is tasty.
Chardonay. I know. But it went well.
Then a movie. "Red Rocket." Same fellow who made "Tangerine" and "The Florida Project." I had high hopes. Very disappointed.
And that is my life. It is not a bad one, but. . . . Maybe I should move to Boca del Vista and join a Canasta Club. That seems to be all that is missing. Cocktails by the community pool and a slight sea breeze.
But the weather will turn on us soon enough, and the outside world will be a challenge. That is when I'll need that camera--and a reliable vehicle.
Today, though, I'll be content to paint the stairs to the apartment and wait for the next sundowner. Life its own self.