“Ah, two of the most exquisite pleasures known to modern man: tobacco and whatever it is this chair is doing to my pelvis.”

broderic on September 29, 2020

I think I’m going stir crazy.

Stuck inside for a bit. Just don’t feel like working. Just don’t feel like thinking. The internet is boring. The television I watch is boring. The YouTube videos are boring. I’m betting that this post is boring you, too. I know that it is for me. I am bored.

Ennui has set in. I truly need a vacation.

Sure I don’t know why I am telling you this, but I am.

Don’t be bored.

“Well, it looks like you’ve got a walking, talking moot point to deal with, don’t it.”

broderic on September 27, 2020

Baltimore Orioles baseball team finished 25-35 for the abbreviated, pandemic shortened 2020 season. It’s another losing year. I don’t think I really cared at all.

Surprisingly they did well. At least it was better than last year. Still with this losing season that would make 3 years in a row that the team and the organization stink. But they stunk less because they were somewhat more competitive. Yes, there were blow outs and stinkers in those 60 games, but they were in the playoff race at the beginning of September. And like many Septembers, they utterly failed to rise for the occasion and instead played poorly like the terrible team that we all thought they were.

But that doesn’t mean the future is going to be bad. It seemed like there were a few nice performances from the younger birds. Maybe, just maybe it is something to build on.

I guess I am paid for next year, too.

I was in a rotisserie league. I haven’t yet paid the dues. I was absolutely not doing my part to make it fun even though I had Mike Trout on my team. And like his real team, I stunk it up. I guess I should pay off the league manager…

“Have you ever lost something very dear to you?” “Well, yeah. Yeah, when I was twelve, we had this dog…” “I was thinking more along the lines of a massive sum of cash.”

broderic on September 26, 2020

It’s been a long while since I remembered a dream that I had. I woke up this morning with one that was all too vivid.

I was at the locally renowned steeple chase to cheer on that girl. She was participating and she was the favorite. I watched her walk the course and inspect the fences. Then they lined up at the start. I had wanted to call out her name, but instead waved to her and gave her the thumbs up hoping that she would see me. She had a different last name which made me wondered if she was remarried. I wondered if she divorced her husband as well.

Anyway, she didn’t see me surrounded by her parents and fans and the other riders. The gunshot to start goes off and away they go over the first fence and gone from view. I chase after, but pause anyway because it would be pointless. I’m left to wonder the outcome of the race.

After a bit, I hear the cheers and wonder if she had won. I say her name out loud and I say to myself I should’ve done something about it.

That’s when I bump into my best friend from grade school. He was there to support her, too. We chat for a bit and part. I feel loneliness and regret. I wish to have not lost touch with a precious friend, so I go running to find him. I ask if we can stay in touch. There is some anger for not doing so all these years. I exchange contact with him, but he’s still using a flip phone. The shock of which finds me waking up.

I feel loneliness and regret.

To remember friends who I’ve long abandoned to my memories is painful. I wish I had been a better friend to have stayed in touch. I’m hoping they are both living happy fulfilling lives.