There seem to be two types of people, probably more, that are dealing with our current circumstances. Those who are bored and need to find a way out, to go drink, who don’t want too much of their children in their lives, and who have an imagination that envisions chaos. Then there are those with satisfying hobbies who are far from bored but have issues choosing what they want to do. This latter group can play in myriad ways with activities that satisfy the mind and consequently the soul. The former is tanked up on sugar, pop culture, and cheap beer; they don’t need hobbies as their purpose is to be in the moment of the now, where NOW means doing shit that lets others tell them how amazing they are. Back to the second group, they’ve been on the outside and the margins of what’s considered “cool” their entire lives. Colin Wilson wrote a great book about them back in 1956 called The Outsider. Well, it was a great book back when I first read it somewhere around 1986. I’d order it from Amazon, but they aren’t delivering non-essential items for between 3 and 4 weeks right now; that’s how overwhelmed they are with shipping food, I’d guess.
Not much to offer in how things went today, as I guess this is starting to become our routine. I did try to buy some more of the large white beans from Hungary that we had last week, but that little East European store is nearly gutted. Across the street, I dipped into Yussef’s Middle East Grocery and was able to get a few cans of fava beans so I could make us some foul mudammas (look it up) along with something called suho meso, which is hickory smoked dried beef. Over at Albertsons, I was able to pick up four boxes of chicken stock that is essential to my bean dishes, but the entire soup aisle is nearly empty. Dinner was a concoction that was pretty meh, as the Sechuan peppercorns ended up overpowering the veggies and shrimp that were cooked with it.
Today ended up being a bit of a blur, really, with not a lot of thought given to much of anything. There was the gecko that hung out for a while on our wall; that was riveting. I have one more walk to do, and I need to prep tomorrow’s chapter for Stay In The Magic. Maybe I should try out some mindless entertainment? That won’t really work, though, as by the time I’m done with blog duties, it’s shortly before 9:00, and I feel like a shower after finishing this post.
Steps were right at 19,000 for 8.8 miles or 14.3 kilometers, giving me a solid 185 minutes of activity today.