Saturday Morning

I went to bed before eleven last night, feeling so dead tired, not even dipping into my “Watergate” novel, and now I am up before seven, but feeling pretty good. I sit up in bed in the big room, and Ash, Coco, and Sammy are at my feet, and I wonder how I got three cats in my life. I’m a little lucky, I guess.

Mom and Pop

As I picked up my Lincoln book, I felt the need to go to the bathroom and clear my bowels. Walking there I tried to shake myself awake and did some muscle-flexing, coming to think that there is still a little youthiness in my body, and then I started to think about aging, and Pop’s aging, and then I thought about mother. If she had not shot herself, how would she be today? I think she’d still be shy of her seventies. Would something else have gotten her, though, maybe a cancer? Might her mind have deteriorated further so that she would have to live in an institution for the feeble-minded and insane?

If she were still as healthy and vigorous as Pop, I don’t think he would be nearly as satisfied with life as he is today with his relationships with Kay and Lorie. Maybe this would have brought about more dysfunction in the household and a lot of misery. Or maybe not. Maybe mom and pop would have mellowed together. I like this last picture. I like it a lot.

Lolita

Going into my closet for some cookware for lunch, I notice a DVD case on the shelf that seems to say “Lolita”. Wondering what it is, I pick it up and am shocked to see it is the Irons and Swain movie. When did I get this??

Did I watch it? It’s from the Chinese: the disk. I have been wondering if it is less censored than what was shown on cable in America.

For an added laugh, I just bought a digital copy of the movie last week. I noticed that the price was down to four dollars and thought I’d better grab it in case it’s a mistake and goes back up.

Checking my orders at Amazon, I see that I got it in April of last year. Wow, that’s my memory!

Chores

I shaved! I’ll see if I can stay shaved for a few weeks, before letting go again. At this moment, I am washing the towels. I am taking some advantage of my opportunities. When Pop left on Thursday, he said that he might be back on Saturday or Sunday. I guess it’s Sunday, and I’m not letting the extra day go to waste. I’m on a roll. Maybe I should go back to school and be somebody.