Thursday, November 10, 2022

I Gotta Hold On To Something

Spent the night at my mother's house, of course.  Didn't really think it would be much of a storm.  My mother made pork chops for dinner.  I never make them, but damn, they were good.  Took me back to childhood when we would have them once a week.  After dinner, we sat out with cocktails and watched the weather.  When we went back inside, I put on "The Thin Man."  I love that movie. . . the whole series of them, really.  But I couldn't stay awake.  I slept through most of it.  

When the movie was over, my mother woke me up.  I did my nightly ablutions and realized I had not brought any sleep aid, i.e. the gummies I eat before bed.  I slept o.k. until around 3:30 when the wind and rain picked up.  I didn't expect how hard the storm would hit.  Windows rattled and shook.  I dozed fitfully until five, then got up and turned on the news hoping we would keep power.  My mother got up shortly after.  Coffee and mother and the storm.  I lay on the couch and dozed.  When I got up, I was hungry, so we made a big breakfast.  Then we went to sit in the garage and watch the storm's remains.  

Those three songs I posted--I can't get them out of my head.  All night, when I'd wake, they would be playing.  

What do you expect a man like me to do?

 I have, perhaps, gone mad.  

Tea and books and naps today, I guess.  All gyroscopes have gone wobbly.  It's going to take a minute. 

Or two.  

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