Left ankle is killing me today.
I don’t remember much about what we did yesterday, Sunday, except that I recalled a song that sent me into a full anxiety attack: “Come Saturday Morning”.
It’s a cynical little ditty about blowing off a friend after spending a carefree day with them, all the time smiling “Saturday morning smiles”, whatever that means. Fake, maybe?
It captures everything nasty and selfish about 1960’s relationships: live for the moment, leave the people who love you behind, avoid commitment, loyalty and the hard work that both involve.
It also glorifies loss and abandonment: “but we will move on…long after Saturday’s gone.” It’s a tragedy, pretending to celebrate friendship and nostalgia when, it fact, it demolishes both with the certain knowledge that good times and good people are few and far between and that the “cool kids” don’t care about either.
Today I did some errands and bought an air conditioner for the third bedroom. We’ll use it in the living room tonight and ask the carpenters to please install it tomorrow.
Ron’s switched and reattached hoses, so we should be all set for watering equipment for this season.
We are missing a set of Ron’s keys.
The check from the ZAI Trust arrived and I deposited it immediately!