Kool in the shade, & the Mahavishnu Orchestra played
OK, so the title has nothing to do with this journal entry, save that I'm listening to music, but King Crimson, not the Mahavishnu Orchestra. I've been into them both since adolescence; Kool? I'm as Kool as Muhammad Ali. Who said that? He did. You can read the entire story here.
Yesterday, which was Trish's last day of time-off before returning to work, we did plenty of relaxing -- movies down in the basement, to keep Kool -- & one therapy session, with Charlene, who promised to hit the Scoobies over the head with some kind of club, blunt instrument, if they keep advising the mentally ill to go off their "pills". The only thing worse than Narcoholics Numinous is Scientology, bastard son of a bad science fiction writer.
After we got done with Charlene, Karen took us out for brunch at the 4Bs. I had an omellete; Trish had an egg mit muffin. From there we went to the Invisible Wally World, to pick up some groceries, including enough peanut butter to last a couple of days (heard of a van, loaded with weapons?) & some new shoes for Trish -- an item I also need; my old tennis shoes are worn at the heel & my feet hurt at nite from having them on all day.
The only time -- besides bedtime -- when we weren't down in the basement watching some of our old VHS -- Galaxy Quest & First Contact -- we spent about an hour upstairs, cooking supper: pork loins, rice with mushroom soup, & frozen green beans. Nummy treats!
So the rest of the time today, unless I'm once more with Karen, I'll be fixing "Galaxies". I decided to take out the EVA, though I'm not certain yet if the spaceship should be thousands of light-years from Earth. This poses a problem because, SF fans not being very large on William S. Burroughs, aren't likely to "get" the title.
& so it goes. (Wanting to be really Vague-&-Nuts, one of these days I'm going to go on a nutmeg binge & finish "Andy Morlock's Dead": there is nothing more vile or depraved than a gonzo in the throes of a nutmeg binge!)
Yesterday, which was Trish's last day of time-off before returning to work, we did plenty of relaxing -- movies down in the basement, to keep Kool -- & one therapy session, with Charlene, who promised to hit the Scoobies over the head with some kind of club, blunt instrument, if they keep advising the mentally ill to go off their "pills". The only thing worse than Narcoholics Numinous is Scientology, bastard son of a bad science fiction writer.
After we got done with Charlene, Karen took us out for brunch at the 4Bs. I had an omellete; Trish had an egg mit muffin. From there we went to the Invisible Wally World, to pick up some groceries, including enough peanut butter to last a couple of days (heard of a van, loaded with weapons?) & some new shoes for Trish -- an item I also need; my old tennis shoes are worn at the heel & my feet hurt at nite from having them on all day.
The only time -- besides bedtime -- when we weren't down in the basement watching some of our old VHS -- Galaxy Quest & First Contact -- we spent about an hour upstairs, cooking supper: pork loins, rice with mushroom soup, & frozen green beans. Nummy treats!
So the rest of the time today, unless I'm once more with Karen, I'll be fixing "Galaxies". I decided to take out the EVA, though I'm not certain yet if the spaceship should be thousands of light-years from Earth. This poses a problem because, SF fans not being very large on William S. Burroughs, aren't likely to "get" the title.
& so it goes. (Wanting to be really Vague-&-Nuts, one of these days I'm going to go on a nutmeg binge & finish "Andy Morlock's Dead": there is nothing more vile or depraved than a gonzo in the throes of a nutmeg binge!)
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