“...Albatros D.III”

I found in my files photos of my model WW1~Albatros. I still have the model in one of my closet boxes. As a lad I so wanted to be a flier. Then I learned ya had to kill up there.

...forget it. I dreamed of flying not hunting folks.

 

A FB dropped a memory from three years ago today.

My life once full of such comings, and goings responsibilities dramas comedies some tragedies. Such has since turned so simple. Sleep is asymmetrical. Woke at an odd hour. Showered cleaned the bathroom, and hung my sox on the radiator. One that Santa has yet to emerge from.

'Had apple slices nuts juice, and answered overnight email. One from an old friend. She asks after my health, and post-op doings. She’s a pal. Plan to shop go to the library also Nurse Perez is coming. My windows shudder with the Zero degree winds.

Frost forms on my sills.

I want a big snow. I want to fall asleep watching the snow. Then wake to swirling snow whipping at the trees.

Took my meds which made me sleep...again. Good Nurse Perez woke me. She comes a few times a week to see if I’m still alive. So far so good. I enjoy our visits.

The only folks that actually see me are those City Inspectors that check on elders, and now a visiting nurse. They all comment on my digs. Tidy, and Zen.

I hear from them that most live in some version of “Hoarders”. We’re a culture of acquisition. I was absent that day at class.

Nurse Perez so kind as always left, and all was well in my world.

I later dressed for the Arctic, and went shopping,…library too. There, and back again…it’s such an adventure now.

Got two books. Dr. Strange graphic novels plus a video. Godzilla the 1954 classic original.

On Moon rise I took several shots, and posted them.

Took more meds, and slept. That’s really all I do now.

Rinse,…repeat. The upside I'm mostly still in one piece.

Though yes now I am very aware.

Aware of the unseen wings that daily brush me.

A post I did on FB out of necessity:

The far left is already yapping at he heels of the yet to be sworn in Biden Harris administration. Remember this election wasn't to install the left. It was to remove a vicious demagogue. That, and replace him with a moderate,...which we did. 58% said the voted for Biden to remove Trump. This is bourn out the the down ballot disasters for the Dems. A coalition of progressives independents even traditional conservatives removed Trump. Which again more than explains the Dem down ballot firestorm. That being so. As progressives we should have our eyes on 2024 where we could lose the House. This other than attacking all that stands between us, and a return to what we just lived through. Remember over 70,000,000 people out there want just that. This should not be a return to the traditional progressive circular firing squads. Politics is dirty unfair, and you never as in 'never' get all you want. We got a very small part of what we wanted. This will save lives. Get that...lives. The struggle for justice continues. If we stay united, and rational about what is actually possible in the kind of system we have we will save even 'more' lives. That means painful very painful flexibility compromise, and sacrifice.

".topsoil"

After the Plague is really over. I may give lessons at the New School. ...or online. Guy Lessons. That in how to live in a house a cabin or apartment of any size. These are all the same to guys. Just somewhere to eat crap, and sleep. 

That, and never maintain.

Being of various orientations I've been able to observe normal guys closely over the centuries. Shock, and horror does not begin. As Quentin Crisp noted guy once said, "...Apartments in New York are wonderful. After three years they don't get any dirtier."

'And they don't. 

Or so it seems. Once a topsoil of dust bug parts shed skin, and radioactive isotopes settles in. You're good for years of cozy living. I've known cases of decades. So why disturb such peace, and order?

Because we're supposed to be fucking civilized that's why!

This last year of being stuck in my digs showed that even a tidy soul as myself was in reality a bleeping slob. You recall photos of my Zen empty digs. So proud I was...till I was stuck there, and had a good bleeping look!

Holy crap!

There was a reason why I kept hacking at my digs over the months. Painting banging plastering repairing. Constantly cleaning. Where the fuck does all that dust come from?

Specifically dust. That stuff of future apartment topsoil. Every day I shovel a bleeping kilo of dat stuff out'a here. No wonder regular guys can plant crops in their hallways. 

Don't start about the windows.

Those I let go as utterly impossible to tame. The rest can be dealt with. However it's not something you can let go. Which is why dear Quentin just said fuck it, and wrote books, and plays instead. 

In our next chapter how to quickly, and with ease. Keep not only your kitchen tidy, but the toilet the floors all surfaces, and yourself squeaky clean!

This, and very presentable to random City Building Inspectors. Them, and plumbers were my only guests this year. I now look forward to their visits.

I recall one saying:

"...I could around your place blind folded, and not bump into anything. I took that a complete validation of my efforts. 

Stay tuned.

"...barely"

A short Editorial.

The election just barely said we want to be a just nation. The Stimulus in it's direct to people portions sez we meant it.

 

"...70"

“My Life, and Bleeping Times” …part 742.

I just saw another “Health Nut” commercial saying as to how your 60’s are the new late 40’s. What a load of damp bleep. Who the heck do they think they’re kidding. My 60’s were a fucking nightmare of body damage, and worn out parts.

However now being 70 is bleeping paradise.

You can’t remember shit, and you don’t care about bleep.

People give you a seat wherever ya are. Relatives are always calling to see if you’re still alive.

I’m enjoying the hell out of my Golden Retirement Nightmare.

My problems are remembering what day it is which during COVID don't matter. That or suddenly dropping dead.

What could go wrong?

Yeah I think them Saucer guys have stopped abducting me.

I’ve had a problem with them bastards since I was little. Anyway I’m looking forward in my 80’s! 3-D Google, self cleaning toilets, and talking toasters!