I’m writing at the train station in Hollywood (Florida, that is) this morning, and then on the train itself, because I decided to take a Lyft to the station before even starting to write. I used one yesterday morning, but only after the initial draft of the blog post had been written. I just feel too worn down from this URI to want to bother with the bus, and in fact, if not for the Lyft, I might not have gone in to work yesterday or today. Thankfully, I should have this weekend completely off, since it is my coworker’s second weekend, making up for the two weekends I took in a row.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
I have to admit, I find those ride apps—Uber and Lyft—rather useful. I’m not going to make a habit of using them; that would just end up being way too expensive. But it is nice to have the convenience when I’m not feeling well. I wish I had tried them before, about three or four weeks ago, because I had been thinking about going to see Guardians of the Galaxy 3 in the theater, but my bike tire had gone flat and I was having trouble with my back whenever I rode it, in any case. I was feeling pretty discouraged that weekend, and ended up just saying to heck with it, but if I’d been familiar with Uber or Lyft, I might have used one.
You may ask why I couldn’t just go see the movie this weekend, but that urge has more or less passed. Also, I’ve gone back on a more restrictive food regimen, so I wouldn’t be able to eat popcorn, which was something I anticipated if I went to the theater. Now I wouldn’t eat any, and that would remove a large part of my enjoyment of the theater, a part which might have overbalanced the discomfort of being alone in a theater surrounded by so many people. As it is, now, since my initial urge to see the film soon (largely due to the presence of Adam Warlock) has more or less passed, I’ll probably just wait for it to come to Disney+.
It would be nice if I had a good enough metabolism and/or had been able to maintain better fitness habits over time (my back injury/surgery/failure to completely recover has gotten in the way of that a lot). Then, I wouldn’t have needed to worry about eating popcorn.
Unfortunately, I’m afraid I need to minimize such things not merely for long-term health—about which I have little concern, since in the long term I expect to be dead—but about moment to moment health. As someone who already feels pretty bad psychologically a lot of the time, I don’t need the added physical weariness and discomfort that comes almost immediately if I eat the wrong things nowadays.
On a more positive note: I saw a frog (possibly two frogs) this morning. Indeed, one of them hopped into my room as I was returning from taking out the garbage, and I had to usher it back out as carefully as I could. This may not seem like much of an event, but it’s nice to me.
Back when I was little, and we used to come to Florida to visit my mother’s parents, after many big rains there would be oodles of frogs and toads out. We would sometimes try to catch them, and if we did, they would pee in our hands, which was both gross and hilarious when I was a young child, though I imagine it was terrifying for the poor amphibian, which probably thought it was about to be eaten.
Also, when we first moved down to Florida—that’s my now-ex-wife and my then-few-month-old son and I—when we first stopped in a motel in central Florida for the night, it was raining and there was a veritable biblical inundation of frogs of various sizes. The motel didn’t have those flap things at the bottoms of the doors, and smaller frogs actually came into the room through the gap. That didn’t bother us. We thought it was funny and kind of cool to be moving to such a place.
Well, my son probably had no thoughts about it one way or the other.
However, over the intervening years, frog numbers appear to have drastically reduced. I am under the impression that there was some form of blight or other that hit many frog populations worldwide, though I don’t recall the source of that impression. In any case, something seemed to have happened to the frogs in Florida, because for many years now, even after a significant rain, there have been none to be seen.
For all I know, the frog I saw this morning may be the last I will ever see in south Florida—though I thought I saw another one as I rolled the garbage out, hopping to get away from me—but I would like for them to be making a comeback. I am a fan of most insectivores, especially ones that eat things like mosquitoes and flies and—during swarming times—termites. Of course, there are various lizards and birds that also eat such things, but they don’t seem to be as assertive about their jobs as the frogs and toads are.
Anyway, that’s all a lot of silliness. It’s an okay way to end the week, though. Maybe I’ll play a little guitar if I get to the office early enough. I did a tiny bit of strumming yesterday, when I had some morning free time, though I didn’t know The Man Who Sold the World well enough to be able to appreciate fully the chord progressions as I played them. They definitely had the David Bowie flair for interesting changes and sounds.
I have not thought about a tune for my dreary little poem from the other day, nor even reread it. Maybe it would be funny to give it a jaunty, happy, major key tune of some kind. As I think I’ve said before, I enjoy irony.
Probably nothing will come of it. It’s not as though I’ve done any more work on the song of which I did a demo on YouTube—I had called it Mercury Lamp based on the inspiration for the song, but I think now I would call it Hollow Doll. And though I like the tune and stuff for Come Back Again, the trial arrangement and mixing/recording I did was blurry and muddled, and I think it could use some lead guitar.
Again, though, this is all a collection of pipe dreams—or guitar dreams, I guess, though “pipes” can refer to someone’s voice, and I do sing on the songs, so maybe the original term is okay. Come to think of it, A Collection of Pipe Dreams* might be a good name for an album. It could be a follow-up to a first album called Iterations of Zero after the title of my other, now more or less unused, blog.
I must be sicker than I thought to be entertaining such things. Well, it’s a bit of fun to imagine them, at least.
I hope you all have a good first weekend of June.
*Or even A Collection of Guitar Dreams