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Monthly Archives: January 2016

Clean-up Days

29 Friday Jan 2016

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Living in full “I’ll do it when I feel like it” mode has its advantages, if only psychological.  I get to re-live the Golden Age of Adolescence when I could justify all kinds of sloth. Wearing the back brace offers the perfect out to do nothing. But I know I can do something,  even if it means getting on my knees like some grovelling bottom to clean the toilets and sweep up the cracker crumbs that, by now, are ground into the carpet. The newspapers have caught up with me. There are bags to put them in and take to the recycle place near the fire station.  So the weekend looms on the horizon as that opportunity to tidy up the crib.

I was married to a woman once who was big into cleaning and keeping things tidy. It’s not a bad position to come from. Currently I am married to a hoarder. Hoarders are lovely people. Seriously. There’s nothing wrong with them.  They do, however, have considerable space demands that block certain niceties, like guests visiting the home, or a Christmas tree. I learn to work around the limitations. But I carry the resentment in my heart.  I have never had a fit of full-blown rage about living in this mess; so it continues.  My Dad rarely lost his temper, so I don’t lose mine. There are pluses and minuses to being reserved. Big plus is that you don’t scare the be-Jesus out of children.

This weekend, I will do something. The house will look better and cleaner.  I can do it.  She will help.

Amazon Anonymous, The Next “AA”?

28 Thursday Jan 2016

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My Dad’s sister Midge retired from the Civil Service with a nice pension, a great investment portfolio, and time on her hands. The Internet was well established and she did business with numerous online businesses that delivered right to her door. She ordered from Omaha Steaks, Vermont Country Store, Amazon.com and The Trappists Monks of Gethsemani Abbey, (cheese makers, called by my brother  “The stinky cheese monks”). When she died in 2011, we figured UPS had to lay off at least 2 delivery drivers.

As I enter my ninth month of surgical recovery, I believe I am carrying on her legacy of Internet purchasing.  Today nine packages came to my door, from both the Postal Service and UPS. There were books, DVD’s and a cell phone battery and charger. The books featured a biography of Samuel Steward, tattoo artist, friend of Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, and as the dust cover says, “sexual renegade” (FYI he was homosexual when it wasn’t cool to be gay). We also have two books by Madame H. P. Blavatsky, found of theosophy and inspiration to the Nazis, a book of the cartoons of Robert Crumb, and recipe book from a radio personality of the Forties, The Mystery Chef’s Own Cookbook.  That book will be a post in itself at some future date. DVD’s include one about a nudist colony, one about the First World War and two about Nazi Germany.

Now I have been feeding the Amazon monkey for nine months now and if I never order another book from Amazon, I will be busy for the next 35 years.  Since I’m planning on living to age 100, I know what I will be doing to stay busy.  If there isn’t a 12 Step program for Amazon customers, there ought to be. Lots of sex-related titles in my purchases; maybe I ought to have that “talk” with my wife, instead of sublimating that needed discussion into books and DVD’s. Here I am storing in three-dimensional space what should really be a life-defining and relationship-defining dialogue with my life partner. If that isn’t fucked-up, I don’t know what would be.

 

 

 

Episodic Loose Ends Post Walk

27 Wednesday Jan 2016

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A glance of my watch showed 15:06 when I shifted to stop watch function. I started my walk, seeking just an even, steady, sustainable pace. The weather was most cooperative and the pavement wet, but not icy. I time myself for 2 miles and today I finished my 2 mile walk in 29:15. I keep going and do my next 5 circuits at what I think is a slower pace. I discover that I finished the four mile total walk in under 60 minutes. The watch showed 16:04 when I stopped.  I have dreams of running again, running curtailed for all intents and purposes 30+ years ago when I first injured my back. (Note to self: Keep ego in check, when making this decision). As my buddy John K points out, there are plenty of good aerobic choices.

Inside again. There is mail to go through and toss out. A box has come from Amazon with a copy of a Sam Peckinpah film Major Dundee, starring Charlton Heston, Richard Harris, Jim Hutton, and James Coburn. I have learned that the studios mangled more than one Peckinpah film in the theatrical release and Major Dundee is one of them. We shall see.

But first my shower. What marvelous, warm, wet, naked luxury!  And then body lotion and clean clothes.  Is it Winter, really? Yes. It is Virginia, not the Cayman Islands and naked is still an indoor state of mind and body.  My neighbors are cool but not that cool.

J is home. J is hungry.  It is Taco Night at the local sports bar, so off we go.  We see our next door neighbor at the restaurant.  She waits tables there.  She is a 20-something girl jock (tennis) and fits right in. She asks about my back. I give her the update, bragging about my walking.  She is impressed.  She told us she broke up with her roommate/GF.  We expected as much when we saw the GF giving a long good bye kiss to somebody NOT her roommate the other day.   NOTE TO WORLD:   Life ain’t easy for anybody.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Episodic Loose Ends

26 Tuesday Jan 2016

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This post is coming in episodes. Pre-walk.  Post-walk. The immaculate snow of Friday/Saturday has transformed into this grubby white junk on the ground. Between snow plows, tracked front-end loaders, and Mr. Sun, the beautiful pristine snow of Sunday morning has turned into dingy gray piles. The good news is that there is plenty of dry pavement for a good walk. The temperature is almost 60, I would wager. I’m looking forward to getting outside.

It was a slow, lazy morning. I read some WordPress posts from bloggers I follow.  I’ve learned not to be judgmental about people, to read or listen and accept what they say and find the common ground.  That doesn’t me I agree with a statement or opinion. It’s just that they are my neighbors here in McLuhan’s Global Village and their humanity means something to me. You never know.

About Eleven O’Clock, I came up to check some websites on the big ‘puter, ’cause it’s easier on my eyes here.  My e-mail was uneventful.  I’m going have to check with my surgeon’s office about whether they filed the paperwork with my disability carrier. It appears nothing has happened in the past few weeks and I’m tired of living off savings.

OK, time to get dressed. I have this burgundy colored jock strap I wear under my shorts to keep my “junk” secure. I feel very sexual when I wear it. It is very soft yet secure. Could be just a tee-shirt under the back brace. It is that warm a day. Here I go. Later people.

At Loose Ends

24 Sunday Jan 2016

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Today is Monday. The day is a federal holiday, honoring Dr. Martin Luther King, but everyday is a holiday when one is home on disability.  My night was strange as they all have become, a struggle to sleep. My mind wanders. My longing consumes me.  I am married in a nonsexual marriage with a woman who gets very uncomfortable when sexual intimacy is even mentioned.  That makes the loneliness that much more painful.  To express what I need, full, complete passion, risks a deep rejection. The losses of a relationship, a home, financial security are daunting risks to contemplate.
So here I am six days later. In that time, I celebrated my 65th birthday on Thursday. A major snowstorm hit Richmond over Friday and Saturday. It is sunny and cold now, that beautiful time after it snows that turns the land into a picture on a calendar. Lovely.
My big goal for last week was to walk 5 times. With the storm staring at me, I knew I had to get out Friday before the “fun” began. At 8:00 AM I began my walk under gray and ominous skies. The Latino work crew putting new Hardyplank siding on the townhouse building exteriors were working and planning to as long as they could. I asked one man if he was working that day. He smiled and said “Yes”, the pride obvious in his bearing.
My original goal Friday was a simple five circuit 2 mile walk. But when I finished, I felt good, the weather was holding, so I did my usual 4 miles, and a cool down. My total for the week was 20 miles.
The post-walk shower felt great. I lay down for a bit and when I arose, the storm was beginning. It snowed, sleeted, and snowed again for about 36 hours and there is about 16 inches of snow outside. The soundtrack between my ears is playing the Bing Crosby/ Danny Kaye duet Snow from White Christmas.
I want this infernal brace off, so I can get back to swimming and more activities. but the walks are great right now.

Are Your Ready For Some….. Popeye?

17 Sunday Jan 2016

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It’s Saturday in January and the NFL is holding forth. OK, I watched for a little while and quickly lost interest, largely because of the efficiency of the Patriots and the boorishness of their fans. So I popped in a DVD of my old buddy Popeye the Sailor. These cartoons were made 80 years ago and they’re funnier than anything made today. The stories are silly and funny and anarchic like the Marx Brothers. Before the cartoons begin, we are advised that these cartoons reflect the prejudices of their times and the violence depicted is not nice, or something like that.  I don’t know anybody who takes Popeye slugging it out with Bluto seriously. But the Politically Correct crowd must always make sure nobody is having any fun that they don’t approve of. But we ignore them and laugh anyway. As my sister points out, even four year-olds know that cartoons aren’t real.

I love the animation. It is beautiful, whimsical, and charming.  This animation was unique to the Fleischer Brothers studio. It is a true burlesque of the erotic. Popeye and Bluto are driven mad with desire for Olive Oyl, that magnificent bean pole. The voices of the characters, Jack Mercer as Popeye, Gus Wickie as Bluto, and Mae Questel as Olive Oyl contributed to the comedy. Mercer was famous for Popeye’s hilarious under-the-breath ad libs. Mae Questel was a pure comic genius as well as a great voice talent. Most people will remember Mae as Aunt Bethany of National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.  That funny lady was Olive Oyl.

One of my spies has informed me that the Patriots won and the Chiefs lost. Oh well. I guess the Chiefs didn’t eat their spinach.

The Saga Continues

12 Tuesday Jan 2016

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Enough recuperation drama. I actually do plenty of stuff I enjoy, despite the pain, the brace, and the relative isolation.

For example, my two oldest friends from high school, heck, junior high school, live about 30 minutes from my house. Last Sunday, John K and I had lunch to celebrate his 64th birthday. We went to Kuba Kuba, a local restaurant operated by a Cuban ex-pat, whose family emigrated in the 60’s. It is located in a former drug store, down Lombardy Street from Stuart Circle on Monument Ave, famous for a rather dramatic equestrian statue of Confederate cavalry general James Ewell Brown Stuart, aka “Jeb”. The restaurant is cozy, (read cramped and noisy), but it has its own unique Richmond bohemian charm.  Showing up in my back brace, carrying a cane, we were offered a booth, normally reserved for groups of four.  Apparent disability does carry some privilege and I shamelessly exploit it.

Sitting amidst the funky charm, we view the murals. They feature First Holy Communion portraits and other nostalgic memories from pre-Revolutionary Cuba.  The menu is filled with all kinds of Cubano favorites, from black bean soup to tres leches cake. John ordered the black bean soup, the Cuban sandwich, and a cup of Cuban coffee. I went for ropa vieja, (roughly translated,  old clothes) a flavorful dish with peppers, tomatoes, onions, cilantro, and flank steak, slow cooked so that the beef is nicely shredded and served over rice.  Although the noise made conversation difficult, we talked about one of our mutual passions, Afro-Cubano music as performed by the Buena Vista Social Club, Compay Segundo, Ibrahim Ferrer, and Omara Portuondo.  Richmond has certain locales that flirt with the exotic and a world made smaller by jet travel, TV and the internet, can transform the remote into the immediate.  We joke about playing dominoes outside in the summer, wearing our guayabera shirts, smoking cigars, as comely and buxom Latinas watch us play. Not a bad little day dream.

When our fantasy foray to Cuba ended, I dropped John off at his apartment and headed back to reality. I picked up some pain medicine at Target and drove home. Home to football playoffs, back pain, naps, coffee, and my daily walk.

My next walk was the following day, Monday.  I put on my shorts, shoes, unlined anorak and back brace, and began the circuits of my home street, 5 circuits with a 2 circuit cool-down. The walk feels good. I live in a neighborhood called Knollingwood and it is on a knoll or hill. (Think Grassy Knoll of JFK assassination fame). So there is a downhill and uphill portion to the walk.  I’m getting stronger, have more endurance and discover that the arthritis in my  left hip hurts almost as badly as the post-operative back pain at the incision site. But what the Hell, I’ll be 65 next week. If one is this old and doesn’t hurt somewhere, that person is probably dead already.

 

Walking

09 Saturday Jan 2016

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