I missed the 64th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor. When I got up on Wednesday, I remembered, but then I allowed the craziness of the day to get to me and push everything else out of my head.
I missed actually speaking with Nana on her birthday. A couple calls werent enough to connect, unfortunately. me = bad grandson.
I missed a great opportunity to muse earlier. I was working on my collage and was in deep-musing mode. There was this weak-ass movie on the system (This Girls Life, which managed to make even the porn industry uninteresting), and I was just somehow in some zen mode thinking about all sorts of issues. Love, fidelity, devotion, work stuff, etc., all vying (vieing?) for space in my head. Nothing got sorted out, of course, and Im still all befuddled.
I missed an opportunity to muse about month-iverasries. Is there an age limit for marking/noticing them? Do they just depend on the person/relationship? And why do the europeans have floors in buildings figured out better than us? We got ages right, but not buildings. Why dont we use the same system for both?
Okay. Thats enough insane crap for one night. Thanks for reading. Happy weekend.