The New Year has not lent itself to getting back on track and resuming the smooth operation I fancy my life to be.

Sloth, depression, arthritis, and then the Great Water Saga. On the plus side, I am writing. I am completely burned out on the major American spectator sports (baseball, football). I rediscovered opera.

I have not been swimming yet this year. I have been medicating feelings with food.

So the plain truth is that our expectations always exceed our capabilities at any given point. What is important is to NOT QUIT.

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Water, Wasser, H2O.

It took nearly 30 hours for this bit of magic to happen.

But it is working.

Henrico County. Where the Third World comes to you.

Moral: Don’t take anything for granted.

When the main breaks, what can one do? How much water should be stored? I remember, from my childhood, fallout shelters.

Families would have a fallout shelter in a basement or outside of the house, where the, uh, nuclear family would sit and chill in true fifties and sixties style, until the radiation levels dropped sufficiently enough to offer some modicum of safety.

We never really learned how well they would work. But having a lot of stored water on hand seems like a good idea, be it for post-apocalyptic hygiene, cooking and drinking, or merely enduring water main breaks that happen with at least annual frequency around my particular county.

Henrico County was an original shire, formed in 1611. It is one of the first political subdivisions of the Virginia colony. So our water system could be 409 years old. I wouldn’t rule it out.

I’ve been watching movies, most of the night, fof the stories, tbe acting, tbe cinematography.

Fados, a film about fado. And Portugal.

Now Dona Flor And Her Two Husbands. Yes Brasil. It is a great story. It features food, beautiful food. It addition to some nudity, it is an epic food porn movie. Food porn to rival Babette’s Feast, the all time best food porn movie of all.

Tonight I am watching the other actors besides Sonia Braga, who is a great actress, but her beauty is almost a distraction. The actor, José Wilker,   who plays Vadinho, the first husband, plays the a**hole that perfectly. I believe he is a real person. This is one of those movies where I think the camera is recording real life.

Since my sleep schedule is all askew, I thought giving up all plans for going to bed early might help. Right now it is 11:15 PM. Eastern Time, North America.  I might watch another movie.

No I am not crazy.

I will not get a tattoo.

No, I won’t go to New York by myself,

I love you.

Even though I want to feel the prick of the needle as the bluebird, the azulao, takes form on my pectoral.

And the heart on my bicep proclaims my love of Mom, even as I admit the times she didn’t deserve it.

And I don’t mean that I would run away, grown-ass man that I am, and let the diesel breath of Manhattan fill my nostrils alone.

Sometimes the Rebel simply plots.

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I want you naked, head down, ass up. Ready for fucking.

I’m a simple man, you see. We’ll have courtship and preliminaries another time.

You know what’s creepy? Give up?

I’ll tell you then. Just how much of our culture, TV, movies, streaming, is given over to murder, homicude, rape, kidnapping. This is our entertainment.

And we wonder why we’re effed-up.