The reality is that reality is weird
I reconstruct who I am and what I’m connected to every day when I get up.
I’m discombobulated until I see what the world looks like, what the internet has to show.
When no one else is up, that’s when I sing. Because if I don’t do it periodically, now that we don’t go to church, and do not have our folksinging group, my vocal chords get weird, rough, scatchy – and it scares the heck out of me, because my singing voice, and the ability to sing loudly and well is still an important part of that ‘self.’
I am a singer.
This morning it was Bridge over troubled water a capella, with Simon and Garfunkle in my head.
And Root like a rose with Emmylou Harris on Youtube. And Abide with me, which we listened to in an Irish TV show with a burial. Lovely, but I had to work with it to get the lifts in the right place in the melody because I have lyrics and video – but no sheet music.
And The sisters of mercy with Leonard Cohen – beautiful gravelly voice on his own song.
And now I’m ready to face that part of the day.
The sun was so weird.
I went to check on the plants by our only east window, to see if they had enough water with the instrument I have. They did.
But in the window was the image above, EAST – not north or west – the rising sun was even more blood red, from the fires, than the image I captured after I fetched the iPhone.
Somewhere in Pride’s Children PURGATORY it says something about the tourists too stupid to know that magnificent sunsets out over the Pacific are caused by air pollution.
But this was sunRISE, and in the opposite direction.
It just had to be food for thought.
I was up too early, couldn’t get back to sleep. I’ll crash later for a while.
Swimming has been canceled
Because they don’t want us exposed to the bad quality air, it is recommended that we not spend time outside right now, and of course the indoor pool was not made available.
Something about the county may be responsible for both: I’m not going to blame management – they’re trying.
We’ve been told to just let next week’s schedule’s signups be this week’s, so people don’t have to stand in line today to get a couple of slots next week.
I’m not going to complain about little restrictions when there are people losing their lives and their homes (including two of our staff members who live in Vacaville and lost their homes).
But I’ve really got to stop asking, “Now what?” Because it keeps coming up with ‘whats.’ The universe. Karma. Bad luck.
Mississippi Public Broadcasting’s best SF program
A MPB program to teach kids about libraries and the Dewey Decimal System – by using a SF story set in the future when actual books had disappeared. Prescient? Or just logical.
From The New Yorker:
If for some strange reason you’ve never heard of “Tomes and Talismans,” just know this: it’s quite possibly the finest post-apocalyptic educational series about library science ever produced by Mississippi Public Television.https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/library-science-fiction-tomes-and-talismans
This is from 1986.
The kids and I watched it when we homeschooled. We were talking with the offspring just last night, and it came up, and we all agreed it was pretty interesting (especially for its time) even if dated.
You can find the first episode on Youtube – but they never finished their promise to put it up for sale or viewing, so I left a message to that effect on the MPB Facebook page, and got the response, “Good idea!” when I suggested it was a good one for the kids during the pandemic – and their parents. We’ll see if anything happens.
Meanwhile, having an eldest educated at Caltech in Computer Science, I have been given a link to a place where I can see it.
The pigeons have tried to move in
For some unfathomable reason, some of the Davis pigeons have decided that our bare concrete fourth-floor balcony with a few folding chairs is a suitable place to spend time.
It wouldn’t be a problem except 1) they coo constantly, and 2) they poo constantly.
So I am using a plastic syringe and a container of water (because I can’t find my water pistol) to discourage them.
I sit by the window all day, attempting to write fiction. It cannot be done with a cooer in the background.
And now I am reconnected to the world and the internet, about to visit the Washington Post and The New York Times briefly to see how the pandemic is going, and try to get to work for the day. I’m getting very good at ignoring the stories, hitting just the terrible headlines and graphs.
So drop a line about how you reconnect with your self and your world every morning.
Or is it just me?
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