It is so nice that things are starting to open up again. It might seem silly, but I feel truly blessed that I was able to actually do something today, rather than dither away in my apartment on what I was not able to do, like so many other days of late. What follows is the record of how I spent this last day in June of 2021.
What I did today.
Well, after about 15 minutes of reading in bed I finally got up and brushed my teeth. Then I combed out my long hair and then I shaved my face and then I combed my hair again because parts of my shavings had gotten in my hair. Then I took a shower realizing I probably should have shaved in the shower, but oh well, and I needed to shower so it was a good thing that I showered after the shave anyhow. I ate breakfast. My breakfast was very yummy. It was very very yummy. My breakfast was oatmeal and carrots and I know that sounds like an odd combination but when brown sugar and raisins are put in with the carrots and a little bit of flaxseed the oatmeal tastes marvelous, simply marvelous, simply, quite simply very very marvelous. After breakfast, and doing the dishes, naturally, I vacuumed the carpet, mopped my kitchen floor, painted that fence the neighbor's dog shat all over, ran to the mill and back, then did fifteen sit-ups and twenty five pull ups, using that old sign that fell so many years ago that we used to carve with our pocket knives to pull up against, and then, right there besides the rusted Volvo, I took a nice little nap. Oh, I napped and napped and napped and then napped some more and yet when I awoke only 37 minutes had passed! It is amazing how time gets all coco loco when asleep. Anyways it was a delightful little nap and after the nap I wrote a letter to Uncle Jed stationed the somewhere in the army— I have no clue where, Afghanistan? South Carolina? I really have no clue, but fortunately, my cousin, Tennessee, my Uncle Jed's son naturally, does know where my Uncle Jed— his father— is stationed, so naturally, I mailed the letter to Jed who always is so illustrious in sending off my tidings of bravaberance. Then I left my home. I left home and I wandered around the city. I wasn't really going anywhere in particular. I just wandered, nowhere to go— just hang around. I just wandered and then I wandered some more and then when I got tired I wandered even still. While I was wandering I kept on wondering how long I wandered for. I’m not entirely certain how long I wandered for. I wonder how long I was wondering? How long did I wander? How long did I wonder? For all this business of wondering and wandering is really quite tiring to me at this point so therefore I think I will wrap up my exfoliation on what I did today. Yet, after wondering I quickly found my way home and realized that I had done nothing at all all day. Sure my apartment was clean, I had a good breakfast, I was neatly trimmed, yes, I was clean of course, I wrote that letter to Uncle Jed and sent it to cousin Tennessee, I walked around the city and saw some fantastic things, but ultimately I had done nothing for society. I had accomplished nothing to benefit anyone else other than me so what I figured I would do in the wading hours of the day would be to write this description of what I did and share it with people that are interested in seeing what a normal person like myself does— the normal average ordinary everyday normal average ordinary person like me.