Wow, it’s Monday morning already. It seems like we only just finished last week—which I guess is what actually happened. I suppose some people do get two days a week off on a regular basis, but as for me and my…self, well, we work most of the time. I guess that’s probably true for most of the people reading this, too, though, isn’t it?
Anyway, it was an uneventful “weekend” for me, in the sense that I didn’t accomplish much except sleeping a bit later on Sunday under the influence of Benadryl, which is better than not sleeping a bit later. I also got my laundry done on Sunday, which is nice.
Other than all that, not much of interest has happened. I did go into a Publix on Sunday morning for the first time in years. For those of you who don’t know, that’s one of the major supermarket chains in Florida; it’s middlingly upscale, somewhere between Winn Dixie and Whole Foods.
I tend to avoid Publix (and other grocery stores) most of the time, largely because such stores are often crowded, and I don’t really like a lot of people and noise and stuff. But Sunday mornings, thankfully, are times when people are pretty sparse, so it wasn’t bad. There were items I wanted to have around, to eat, that just aren’t readily available at 7-11 and other convenience stores—which are pretty much the only places I shop other than Amazon—and so I decided to go in.
It was almost nostalgic, but not necessarily in a good way. Unfortunately, stores like Publix or Walgreens or Target or similar are the sorts of places that for many years I only used to go with my wife and/or children, so going into them now tends to be somewhat detrimental to my mood. Between the crowded noisiness, which is irritating, and the mild but present heartache that happens, I tend to avoid them.
I know, that’s all really boring. Sorry. I’m not a very exciting person.
I might be more exciting and do more exciting things if I could just get on top of my back and hip and leg and side pain. They are very irritating, a combination of ache, spasm, grinding, and electro-neural feelings. Maybe it would be more proper to write “it is very irritating”. In some senses the pains feel like a large collection, or army, or band, of things attacking me, each with its own identity, but in other senses, it’s all just one wave of algesiac fluid. I’m not sure if “algesiac” is a proper word, so to speak, but since analgesia is the blocking or the countering of pain, I figure the form of my neologism is at least proper.
As I said*, it’s the start of a new work week, and of course, I’m on my way in to work now, having been sitting at the train station at the beginning of the blog, and then being on the train starting with these last two and a half sentences (and the footnote). I have my usual seat, so that’s nice, and it’s not too crowded. Nor is it one of the older train cars, from which one can often smell the oxidized iron in the air after they brake, from the wheels rubbing against the rails (I assume that’s where the smell comes from, but it could be the wheels rubbing against the brakes…and that might in fact be more likely, since wheel and rail contact should be the same no matter which type of car, but brakes may vary).
During the middle of this week, we will have Yom Kippur, which is supposed to be the highest of the High Holy Days (in Judaism). I’ve never had too much real interest in the “supernatural” aspects of it, but the fasting has often been something I embrace with enthusiasm. Admittedly, one cannot fast as one is supposed to on Yom Kippur—abjuring food and water—for much longer than the mandated day, but going without food for a longish period has its attractions.
There have been a few years in which I have prolonged that part of the fast for a bit, and actually rather enjoyed it. It clears my mind in many ways. But it’s hard to maintain, especially when all the people around one, and with whom one works, are always eating and trying to get one to eat, and of course, it being October, there is Halloween candy out. But it would be nice if I could find the will to fast, maybe from Yom Kippur to my birthday**, or even beyond. It might be worth a try. If I truly decide I want to do it, I think I have the will to pull it off; I just have to decide.
Anyway, that’s enough of my splutterings for today. Welcome to the new work week, and the first full week of the new month, usually my favorite month of the year. I hope, wherever you are, things feel more autumnal than they do here in south Florida. I can understand why “snow birds” come here in the winter, but it is a shame not to be in a deciduous arboreal environment in the autumn, especially if that’s where you grew up. Oh, well, that’s a minor complaint, I suppose. But from a certain point of view, all complaints are minor. And from certain other points of view, all complaints are major.
Maybe I should just stop viewing.
*There are those who say—and write—that one should use the words “as I wrote” when referring to something that had been written, and avoid using “as I said” in such circumstances, but even I think such people are quibbling. “To say” is a more broadly applicable verb than “to write”, and can convey the notion of having expressed or communicated something in any of a large number of ways, including by writing. It’s also, in general, more succinct and straightforward just to use “I said” and related forms when trying to convey such sentiments, although the footnotes involved can take up a fair bit of extra time. They’re fun to write, though, and that takes the sting out of it, for the writer at least. I don’t know how the reader(s) feel(s).
**My birthday is in October, just so you know. In case you didn’t already know. It wouldn’t be a ridiculous amount of time to fast. Now, if one could fast from, say, Yom Kippur until Thanksgiving, that would be a serious fast. It would certainly take away any guilt from overindulging at Thanksgiving dinner, not that that is relevant to me, since I’m not likely to have a Thanksgiving dinner.