The weirdness of the world continues even when you stay at home. My friend texted me the other day that his wife told him my ex-wife was getting a divorce. "You still have a shot at the title," he wrote. Weird. I guess she is a ten year girl. She's averaging a little better than I am, I guess. I wonder how long it will take for the news to make its way through the Racquet Club and via the gymroids back to me.
Divorce doesn't look like any fun to me when you have a child. It looks rather hideous, in truth. The kid will have to split time between two homes, so the divorced couple are never really free of one another. There is all the financial stuff, too. My ex-wife got a big chunk of change from me when we got divorced, but that was the end of that. I have seen her around town maybe three or four times since then. Divorces, though, even amicable ones, are nasty. Add to that the psyche of small children, and you have. . . well, I guess you have about half of America. It was the part of "The Dream" that the founding fathers left out, I guess.
I can't write about this without thinking of Phillip Larkin (link). But it doesn't matter. Even if people read such things, they never listen. . . unless it is put to music.
Segway? Yea. I went to the Cafe Strange yesterday for a couple reasons. Earlier, I had gone to an outside gym at the park. It was around noon when I exercised in the 95 degree heat. And sun. The metal bars of the exercise equipment were so hot you couldn't touch them. I had to take off my shirt and use it as an insulator which meant I was showing off my big old belly. Selavy. I had a nice workout. I'm not as much of a sissy about working out in the sun as a lot of people I know. But I hadn't eaten beforehand and I did not eat afterwards, either, as I was cooking up a big InstaPot of small red beans and pork for dinner with my mother. But I had been good about drinking the water. I drank a lot of the water. They say it is important. I had been in a bit of a time crunch earlier as I was scheduled to pick someone up at the airport in the late afternoon. I had been dubious about doing this as the airport here has been an effing mess for travelers this summer. Flights are constantly delayed or cancelled. Travel has been a crapshoot and a mess. So I said to my friend. I said that her flight would not get in on time. Indeed, she texted me after I got home from the park that her flight was now rescheduled to come in at midnight. She wanted to know if I would pick her up.
WTF is wrong with people? O.K. Maybe you would have gone at midnight. Some people would. But she ain't "no broke ass bitch" (I've been listening to rap as we will soon discover) and can afford the Uber ride home.
So I had gained some time. As dinner cooked, I thought I would go and get a big green tea at the cafe and walk in with my cool new messenger bag. What? Oh. . . I didn't tell you? Yea. I'm cool. I got a new bag. I wanted one of these for a long time, a large Patagonia bag that will hold just about everything you can carry, but as with everything Patagonia, it was too expensive. And being a "broke ass bitch" myself for most of my life, I waited. I waited long enough that they quit making them, and I was kicking myself ever after for not pulling the trigger. When you want something, you should get it, I think.
I went looking for a courier or messenger bag online at Amazon last week. Everything I saw sucked. They were either too small or too weird or made of heavy leather. Then I had an idea. I went to eBay, and sure as shitting, there it was, the Patagonia Messenger Bag. I got it for $25. And now, my friends, I'm cooler than a summer breeze.
So I loaded up my new courier/messenger bag with notebooks, glasses, pens, and a camera and threw it over my shoulder. I went to the mirror. Oh, yea, baby. . . I was styling.
Whatever. Don't be a hater.
As I've said before, green tea out is always much better than green tea at home. I don't know why, but it is. I'd already drunk as much plain water as I could stand. I'm not a water drinker. I mean, I need flavor. Hence, my desire for this green tea.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon. The air was a hideous 98 degrees. Not a dog or a cat or a squirrel was moving. Even the lizards seemed to be overheated. But per my latest experiences, the cafe's a.c. has been working fine this summer. I would go into the cool, dim light and drink my tea and write postcards to my peeps. It's always good to keep things going in the mail.