One of our neighbors is shooting off so many fireworks that I can’t tell if it’s the 4th of July or the artillery barrage the Federal troops fired at General Pickett’s division during Pickett’s charge (which was 161 years ago, yesterday).
So much noise. The cats are handling it well, but we had to close the windows out of fear that the booms would freak them out.
Food for thought, haiku style, on the day after the supreme court fucked us…
Our society,
Crumbling before our eyes.
Fuck, let’s eat pizza.
Welcome to July, my friends. Summer is in full swing. Time to start worrying about the weather turning cold and frosty.
That’s sarcasm… or is it.
Man, the time is flying.
I don’t have any plans for the 4th of July. I have to visit my father for a bit, but other than that and the happy fact that I have the day off, the only thing on my radar is the start of the 50 songs in 90 days songwriting challenge.
You know what I want to do? It’s silly… but I want to buy some sparklers. Not fireworks. I have no interest in actual fireworks. Sparklers. I want to sit on the patio in the back yard and light up a few sparklers.
It could very well be the last 4th of July the United States gets to celebrate authentically. We very well could be a fascist dictatorship a year from now. We should do something to mark the last go around.
Also… sparklers are fun.
I took a film camera to my dad’s. I was going to stop at a spot on the Concord River on the way home.
When I left dad’s it was raining.
Because of course it was raining. Of course.
Following up on the previous post. I looked out the window to make sure the bird feeders survived the night (as you do) and saw a squirrel had made it past the anti-squirrel baffle and was chowing down.
Fuck it. I don’t want to play that anymore either. I give up.
We’re going to see Harry for a few minutes today. If it weren’t for that, I think I would be crashing into a major depression right now.
Fuck it all, I’m going fishing.*
*Not literally. That would take effort and clearly that is beyond me right now.
Motivation… I just can’t…
What is wrong with me?
I keep coming up with ideas for creative things to do and I keep failing to do them. I can’t even get myself to start them, never mind finish them. What the hell, Robert?
Did I get up early and go to the ocean to take pictures? No, of course not. Don’t be fucking ridiculous. I slept three hours past the alarm. Of course I did.
DoI play the guitar every day? Do I play the guitar once a week? Don’t be stupid.
Did I plant peanuts? Did I make sugar free ice cream? Am I going to do either? Don’t be stupid, of course not.
Literally the only thing I can bring myself to do as far as projects are concerned is watch the fucking television. I’d say I was going to melt my brain but clearly it’s already been completely liquified.
I highly personal, self reflecting haiku for you inspired by a conversation I just had with my wife regarding dinner plans for tonight.
Sometimes I’m lazy.
I don’t like it but it’s true.
I just need to flake.
What are your daily habits?
Daily Writing Prompt
Daily habits. I don’t know if I really had any daily habits prior to the whole weight loss surgery thing. Now I have a bunch of them, mostly due to having all of these post-op goals to hit every day.
- Have some water and my morning vitamins before breakfast
- Exercise every morning before breakfast
- Eat a lot of protein for breakfast
- Make sure the cats are fed
- Make the bed (I fail on this one a lot, but I hate it when I do)
- Exercise again during lunch, just a bit
- Hit my daily water/liquid intake goal of at least 64 ounces
- Hit my daily protein goal of at least 80 grams
- Hit my daily Apple Watch Activity app exercise goal of at least 30 minutes, preferably more like 60
- Hit my daily Apple Watch Activity app move goal by burning at least 1000 calories
- Hit my daily Apple Watch Activity app stand goal by standing for at least one minute each hour for 12 hours
- Write at least one blog post
- Take at least one photograph, preferably with my Nikon Z5
- Most important of all, be kind and loving to my wife
- Track my sleep stats with my Apple Watch
- Wake up and do it all again
I am sure I am missing a few things. I find the whole exercise and post-op thing a ton easier if I stick to a routine. Like, I overslept by almost two hours this morning and I am worried about staying on target for all of the exercise and food/water goals already. It’s only 7:30am, but I should have a bunch of that stuff done already. It bugs me a bit.
Anyway, those are some daily habits. I may be insane. Just a smidgen.
I’m thinking this is the last time I do this. That’s my theory at the moment. I might change my mind, but this just feels silly now. Not that it ever didn’t feel silly before… it’s just more silly now, and in a more pathetic kind of way.
It’s nearly bed time and I haven’t closed the bedroom window yet. The cats are thrilled with this development.
This time it was a chipmunk.
The hawk came back! Or, a different hawk came around. Whichever it was, I was sitting at my desk eating some lunch (a little Purdue chicken patty and a handful of frozen French fries, all heated up in the air fryer) and I heard another bang outside of my window. I looked out and there was the/a Red Tail Hawk. It was holding what was left of a chipmunk. I couldn’t see it clearly through the dirty window screen and with my reading glasses on, but I could see it well enough to notice that a big strip of the little rodent had been removed. Ouch town, population Alvin/Simon/Theodore. There will be no hoola hoop for xmas this year. Yikes!
The hawk sat on the grass in front of my window for just a second or two and then flew off. See you later, bro.
Such violence. Such brutality on display. Hawks are freakin’ awesome!
Inside the Red Head's Head 