Random musings on a writer's life & times, with occasional input from acquaintances


Sunday, April 03, 2005

The Sunday 7 once more, with feeling. (I wrote them in Braille.)

1) Flip-flop house shoes, white Nike sox, tan cotton slacks, blue Los Angeles Dodgers sweatshirt (in honor of today being opening day for major league baseball), white t-shirt with a series of drawings of a left-handed pitcher going through his wind-up (it’s cool, because if I stand in front of a mirror he’s doing the same thing right-handed -- the sucker is ambidextrous!), a new goatee to go with my old mustache (one of the kids said I look like Sigmund Freud).

2) What are you reading?

“Everything Changes,” another novel by Jonathan Tropper. This is Tropper’s newest, and it’s just as glib as “The Book of Joe,” his book I was reading last Sunday, but somewhat more downbeat.

3) What’s for dinner?

Bangers and mash, with spotted dick for dessert.

4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?

The yearly pile of tax receipts, statements, reports, lies, etc. finally got mailed off to the accountant. Now if I could just skip the part about actually PAYING the taxes . . .

5) What’s bugging you?

As spring arrived on the calendar, the long-missing weather of winter arrived in Portland, Oregon. Rain has fallen steadily for a week, after months of bizarre drought-like conditions. Rain drips from leaden clouds as I write. I had to dig my anti-depression light back out of the closet.

6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

Wide Ruin, Arizona. She went in search of dry skies.

7) What’s it all about, Dave?

There are no facts, only interpretations.

--Friedrich Nietzche

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