Obviously I’m not because I am writing this from my Smartphone. Still. I realized today how this compilation of nanochips and nanocircuits facilitates my day. And it’s nice mostly, but kinda creepy.

I remember when my family didn’t have a television set. We would go over to my Uncle Ed’s house to watch Milton Berle on Your Show Of Shows. Uncle Miltie. I’m 66. So the incursion of electronic media into all aspects of our lives is relatively new, as human history goes. 

Consider it took a couple of generations for somebody to rig a steam engine to a set of wheels in order that the railroads came about. Then people could travel in hours the distance it formerly took days to cover. People could travel by train from London to Brighton and have a holiday by the sea. Suddenly the diversions of the middle class, the wealthy, and the aristocracy were all becoming commingled. And the wealthy were now richer than the aristocrats.

But what money could not buy, and still cannot buy, is time. Sure affluence buys leisure, but it does not purchase reflection or introspection. What is worth doing? How do we know?

So I have time on my hands in a house whose silence is shredded by the dishwasher,  working its rhythmic cleaning magic. And I’m going swimming in a few minutes.

I will come home and avoid talking with my wife, in any meaningful way, lest she bring home the painful truth that love is not a replacement for passion

Leisure. It’s what you make of it.

I woke up hurting where I usually hurt. There seem to be regular places, e.g. my left hip, left shoulder, right triceps. The pain is mostly from use of the muscles related to swimming. Add in loss of flexibility in my back. I think that loss is minimal. I’m very grateful to be as active as I am.  My buddy, Mike The Swim Coach, told me yesterday that the body needs recovery days. I need to pay attention, but I’m vain. Sometimes I think I’m planning on having the healthiest body in the cemetery. Perspective. Dammit.

I’m sitting in my chair trainspotting. Trains are running late on some lines because of track repair. The lateness spills over into the section of track between Washington and Richmond.  That includes the spot in Ashland that I watch.

Mrs CorC? just texted me apologizing for being angry with me. I had no idea she was angry. She forgot she was dealing with a Male,  an individual incapable of reading subtle nuance. We understand angry when we come home and the locks have been changed. Other signals are murkier.

That’s all for now.
 

I can take the Amtrak app on my smart phone and plot journeys to places I’ve never been to meet women I’ve never met. I can imagine what my new found ladies would be like. Do they like the prospect of meeting me at the railroad station, wondering which stranger I am as they leave the train?

Are they wondering why they are doing this, having an adventure with someone they’ve never met.? 

Sometimes I just feel lonely.  Sometimes the back pain is just annoying, not bad, bearable but unrelenting.  The platonic. sexless marriage that is ours cannot always be rationalized or explained away.

Yes I want some magic A little makeup, perfume, candles. 

Tell me I’m worthwhile. 

Stay in the house with me. Help with a meal.    

I had my Weight Watchers weigh-in today. I am keeping the weight off. Still Lifetime. The long spell of too much coffee and too little sleep caught up with me. I crashed this afternoon And had a good long nap. Mrs CorC? has been gone studying for her .medical billing and coding class. 

I was alone and lonely until I cleaned the kitchen while watching the Yankees rally to win Game Four of the American League Championship Series. It was baseball at its best. There is no better sport than baseball, well played.

Today was a day off from swimming. I get plenty of swimming done. 

I’ve been reading blogs and I am always filled with admiration for my blogging colleagues and how they fearlessly share their lives.

Meanwhile, on the trainspotting front, I just watched a fast freight on the second track overtake a passenger train just pulling out of the ststion. Quite a sight to see. This is one heck of a hobby.

OK. Feel much better.

We look at our desires within a context of sinister motives. The sex drive outside of marriage is viewed as lust. We want someone as a partner, as a lover outside of that marital bond and it is considered, by some people, at least, as lust.  Marriage is construed as the societal construct that keeps that lust in check and puts it to the good use of perpetuating the society and the culture. OK.

 Lust isn’t about just sexual gratification. Lust is the soul seeking to thwart loneliness.  At a very basic level, the soul only knows that it is lonely, just as a hungry baby cries because all she or he knows is that she or he is hungry,

I spent the day lonely as Mrs CorC? worked. When we finally were reunited, we were groove–ing on each others presence. The one-dimensional aspect of our marriage thwarted sexual expression.. 

Still her being home fills a void at least,

If you do nothing over the next day but listen to this, it will be time well spent.  Pure Genius.

It isn’t even the actual Columbus Day yet (12 October) and I just heard the holiday perennial most of us know as Jingle Bells on the Tee-Vee. 

When will this madness end? Uhh, 2 January, most likely,