For not the first time in a decade, the man cave has come in handy.
In this time of sheltering, I was just going to write about my shelter within our shelter, but Stephen did it better. Enjoy.
In my house, my place of escape, refuge, privacy, contemplation and uninterrupted reading is on the toilet. When the going gets tough, the tough get going and I go to the bathroom.
Excuse me, I’ll say! I have to go sit for a while!
How can anyone object?
I keep piles of books, periodicals and extra pairs of reading glasses in the bathroom. Better not to be caught unprepared and have to go back out. I like magazine articles and short stories. Both time out well. Novels are too long and so would increase the risk of hemorrhoids. Poems aren’t nearly long enough and besides, I’d rather not fall asleep with my pants around my ankles.
Cell phones are barred. To make phone calls to other people from the toilet seems oddly disrespectful – unless they’re movie agents – and not having a cell phone allows you to not answer…
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I was struggling to get up Las Sendas when these four 70-something, fat ass, snowbirds from Michigan floated past me like they were riding on a cloud.
I'm not one of these nuts that wants to spread the virus or let grandparents die to "save" the economy. All these deaths from Covid-19 are preventable, and we should do everything we can to save each person. But now is a good time for a little perspective.
With this pandemic, it's morning zoom and night. By that I mean I'm lucky enough to be on non-stop conference calls with Zoom -- the best of the fucked-up softwares that make every virtual meeting feel like it's taking place in a busy bus terminal.
One of the things I like about tennis is the built in "physical distancing." Even in doubles there's 4 people in 2808 square feet.
I don’t need no IQ test to tell how stupid people think I am. I just need the Bear to leave for a few days.
During a pandemic, my bullshit doesn’t always fit. So I found something more profound to steal and put here instead. Thanks for the words of Hope , Stephen.
I wrote this about fifteen years ago but the idea that we be there for one another, that we provide hope, seems even more timely now.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder and harder time with the concept of hope. Read too much. Too many newspapers. Too much internet. Too many news programs. It’s a tough world out there. I hope things will work out but I’m not surprised when they don’t. I hope for the best but I prepare for the worst. Because hope is not expectation. Hope contains a small element of doubt. Just hoping. And hope and faith are not the same thing. Faith suggests confidence and assurance. Yes, it will all work out in the end! Even if it doesn’t. Hope, on the other hand, suggests that the best is not a given, that there is a need for outside intervention and if…
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Talking shit about your "friends" on the internet should be endorsed by the American Psychological Association -- it's a great sanity check.
It is not quite "The Boy Named Sue," but Kieran is fucking close enough.