Thursday. I’m in a goose-infested corporate office park parking lot, waiting for my wife, who is inside a Red Cross, donating blood. Some machine is out in the distance, intermittently backing up, backing up. Emitting that insidious beep, beep, beep, beep. Other than that, the soundscape is pleasant. Sound of the wind. Birds. Sparrows, a cardinal, the geese.
There are empty swathes of spaces in the sprawling, interconnected parking lot. The office buildings are arranged in a wide ring around the parking spots at the core. There are still a number of cars parked up close to the buildings, packed tightly, the businesses in those buildings still humming along, essential or stubborn, it’s hard to say. Who’s gonna get close enough to inquire, to stick their nose in it?
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The weather forecasts are wonk. Something to do with a sharp decrease in the number of airplanes in the air. It wasn’t forecast to rain today. But it has rained, and not just a few drops. My wife and I console each other with talk of silver linings. The air quality is improving, just ask the stars.
Here in St. Louis, as March slogs on, the rain has been a cloying companion during days of isolation. I can’t recall going on a walk when I didn’t have to watch out for puddles and dreck as the dog Hugo and I walked in our desultory fashion, neither one of us leading the way. This month hasn’t been atypical in its raininess but I suspect the total rainfall is at the upper end of its historical range.
If only weather were the wackiest aspect of March 2020....
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Tuesday, November the 26th. [7:45 pacific]The highlight of breakfast was a kind of Tazo tea that I had never tried before. China green tips. Yum. Otherwise the breakfast offerings at the Talaris Conference Center were pretty remedial. They had English Muffin breakfast sandies that had egg and cheese in them. I had two, adding salsa … Continue reading Seattle 2013: Day Two
1We stayed in a dirty hotel.Rooms along the shoreand we didn’t get sick. 2Just down the streetflew thousands of rare birdsthough I didn’t know it.They’re bringing the trolley back,said someone on local TV. 3The room was hoursas long as we wanted.We both blushed.Our first meal wascigarettesand beerand Rold Golds. 4The second was aThanksgiving fiascoat an … Continue reading FREE HBO
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0As I try to feel tired,the bed speaks, wood on wood.Add that to the listof things to do on Monday.At least my pants still fit (barely).Some of those fat fattieshave really given up on life.Them and the suicides. 1Makeup and dancing.And audience participation.What’s that?! says the guy on stage.(He puts his hand to his ear.)I … Continue reading Sleep Constitutional