right collarbone

A terrible night. No feline yowling. No dogs barking. No partying neighbors. This was worse. My right collarbone feels so sensitive and painful, like it might have a little fracture. I cannot lay on my right side. I managed a few hours of sleep toward morning.

The problem was not cleared up upon waking. I'm optimistic that this is just another of those things that will take care of itself reasonably well, but I am afraid that tonight will be a repeat of last night, and this could go on a while.

Mother

Miss Stay mentions in her post that her brother died twelve years ago, and I realized that is the same time that we lost Mother.

I was thirty-five. As funny as it may sound, that now seems somewhat young, though there is that sense that something needed to start happening right away in my life, which never happened. A long time ago, though. Another lifetime, really. Before we joined the Internet age and the blogosphere.

One wonders if she might have mellowed, become kinder toward me, if she had gotten over that suicidal inclination and were alive today. In truth, I fear that she might have gotten only worse, more crass and mean-spirited, that her mind was withering away. She might have pushed me to suicide by now. But there is no knowing. We are living the reality that we have.

to inaugurate the air-conditioner

A truck pulled into our driveway, and the driver did not seem inclined to back out, taking me from my nap. I thought it might be Jack to do the edging, and I was starting to feel upset that Pop forgot to tell me. But it was someone to drop off a 'back supoort' for Pop, something that goes with his special shoes. It turns out that Pop had already picked them up.

While I was up, I decided, to hell with it, I was going to inaugurate the air-conditioner. I feel a little nervous about it. Although it is 91 degrees outdoors, and fast climbing to 90 indoors, in truth, there is a breeze blowing that has a distinct hint of coolness. I'm going with it, though, to see what happens.