The Furious Spinner

I've just come from the library. Doing work but not the work I need to be doing. Stalling. The house is just one big clutter room. I want less stuff. We don't have a lot of stuff and still I want less. (No Universe, I don't want a fire or flood or anything catastrophic; I will just give away some of our stuff.) Even the bowls. I'm ready to part with some bowls and with dishes. I bought more dishes in Mexico. What was I thinking? Must be some psychological thing about getting nourishment. Or wishing I was a dish. Or a bowl.

I kid the spinners.

Saw Linda Wednesday, did I say? She looks good. She's got some edema, but she's getting around much better. I'm going over there this afternoon. Everything else can just wait.

I went to the library after Mario's break to take care of some business. While on the phone, I got too hot (hot flashes or overdressed), so I took off my jacket. It was then I realized I still had on my pajama top. Now to be accurate—don't want to have Oprah after me—I don't wear pajamas to bed, but in the morning I put on pajamas or what they (whoever they are) call loungewear. So at the library I took off my jacket and there I was in my loungewear, just the top. My slacks were "real" slacks. I just had to laugh. Practicing being a bag lady, I suppose.

Need to make lunch. I have to say (again) that having Mario cook three meals a day for a month was really a joy. Who wouldn't like that? If ever I make enough money, I'm going to hire a cook. I'll pay her a good wage. Give her a place to live. (Have you read the book The Cook by Harry Kressing yet? Superb! And hard to find.)

This post is called stalling. I gots work to do.

Ta!

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