I’ve this itchy need to write feeling all day. I just didn’t know what to write.
So. let’s take a ride, shall we?
I am back on the Dragon. There is always a learning curve turning this program on. It seems to be fairly accurate most of the time but God knows I have found some incredibly embarrassing misspellings and wrong punctuation and odds and ends and flotsam and gypsum. Like there. I said “flotsam and jetsam” and the Dragon inserts “Gypsum.”
I bought ELOs Discovery the summer before my senior year of high school. I rode my bike 7 miles to work, and 7 miles home. I was the lifeguard at White’s Beach.
A mile after leaving work there was a cabin where twin girls who worked the snack bar (White’s Beach had a snack bar back in the olden days) lived. I’d sometimes walk with them until they were home. Something odd was happening in their home, because they never invited me in, or did anything other that make a sad face and say “see you tomorrow.” You know that feeling you get in hindsight. That ringing bell that tells you - you should have been paying more attention?
About two miles after leaving work there was a big farmhouse. Three sisters spent their summer with a great aunt who lived there. I was quite fascinated with the youngest, I was 16, she was 15. They spent a lot of time at the beach, usually close to the lifeguard stand. I was confident as a lifeguard, but shy around girls. Especially pretty girls.
Every day they would wait at the fence as I pedaled up the hill. I’d stop, we’d chat. Sometimes they gave me lemonade. I am pretty sure that was the Great Aunt’s idea. I’d cycle home and crash in my basement bedroom, thankful for the relief from the summer heat. Listen to this album and think about a pretty little blue eyed blonde.
Ever wonder what happened to those teenage crushes?
I got up fairly early this morning. It was such a nice day. I open the doors and the windows turned on the fan. Drink my morning coffee on my front stoop. Amazed how pleasantly quiet it can be on a Saturday morning. I suppose we get so used to the constant barrage of noise that we lose track of how pleasant quiet can be.
I made it to the beach on Wednesday. I was a little worried when I got down there because the overflow parking seemed to be full, but most of the morning crowd was heading out so I managed to make it into the parking lot.
I changed clothes in the bathhouse on the east side of the beach. Putting on swim trunks, just in case I wanted to hit the water.
Went down to the beach. There was a fair amount of eyeball liberty. Four teenage girls in bikinis doing that thing teenage girls tend to do. The redhead was stellar.
I set up my chair, stripped-down, kicked off my shoes. Listened to the waves.
Girl watched. Thought about going in the water, but changed my mind. The water at Popham doesn’t really get warm enough to swim in until early August. Coming up soon. If only I still had a wetsuit.
I left and stopped at the lobster guy shack. Bought two lobsters and two ears of corn.
Once home I started the pot of water boiling and had myself a nice little lobster snack.
I keep thinking that at some point I’m going to go buy a supercheap prepaid cell phone and call Audrey. I can always pretend I dialed the wrong number. But I would love to hear her voice again.
Tomorrow is Mireya’s birthday. The plan is to do a pizza party at her grandparents house. As I have done for the last few years I will buy a cheesecake sampler, and once we arrive in Salem’s Lot I will order the appropriate amount of pizza from the Lisbon House of pizza.
I have to remind myself to buy paper plates when I get the cheesecake sampler. This is after all my shindig.
I am not even bothering to buy actual presents for the bean. I will just get a gift card, and give it to the staff when I return her tomorrow afternoon with instructions to let her buy anything she wants. The way modern life works, it is almost impossible to buy gifts. Everybody already has everything they need, and nobody knows what anybody wants.
Quite a few Christmases ago my sister suggested we just stop buying gifts. Because we were just sending gift cards back and forth.
The most ingenious, stress relieving suggestion that anybody ever come up with. If I was in a relationship, I would undoubtedly be buying chocolate and jewelry on birthdays Christmas and Valentines. But I’m not and the whole process of buying gifts that nobody really wants is just tedious.
The close date for the last job I applied to was Friday. That means it will be about two weeks until I hear anything, if I hear anything. If I don’t hear anything then I know that I am on some kind of blacklist. Because there is no reason that I shouldn’t at least be interviewed for the position I applied for, even if I don’t really want the job.
I just want the money.
Well this is an interesting exercise. I’m sure in the morning after I will find 10,000 sentence structural errors and bad grammar and misuse of punctuation.
I get an e-mail almost every day from the company that makes Dragon. They are always wanting me to upgrade. Maybe someday I will not spend so much time saying “Undo.”
Here’s a weird thought. Every time I watch an episode of the walking dead, I wonder why there is nobody who uses a wrist rocket. It seems to me that a wrist rocket would be just as effective as Daryl’s crossbow, but would take much less time to reload. A wrist rocket with a quarter inch bearing is extremely accurate, and much faster than almost anything else the people on that show use as their go to weapon. When I was in high school I could knock branches off of trees with my wrist rocket. Quiet, accurate, why not?
Just a passing thought.
Okay, it appears I have run out of things to talk about. Still have that itchy feeling though. Maybe it is allergies.
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