Pragmatist
Pragmatist

Thinking.  That's not a good idea.  My mind takes me to strange places.  Leaves me wondering and unsettled.

I like the convenience of the city, but not the dirt and the noise.  I dream of a cabin in the mountains near a lake or a stream (or both?  why not?).  With tall trees all around.  No phone.  No TV.  No Internet.  Lots of books.  I think I wouldn't mind going to the "city" once a month and stocking up on food, and more books.  But I'd have to have some reliable refrigeration to take care of all the milk I drink in a month.  Milk does go bad rather quickly.

But on the other hand, my favorite neighbors have moved.  Not far away, but still not close enough for just a drop in.  I'll see him or her from time to time because their child goes to school nearby, as they didn't want to further unsettle him by changing his school, too.

Another couple have their home up for sale.  And when it sells, they're gone.  Not only too far away for a drop in, but too far away for a one-day visit.  A long weekend at the very least.

Another neighbor has taken a live-in nanny job, so she'll be around only on weekends.  And she's thinking of putting her stuff in storage and giving up the apartment here.  But it occurs to me that would leave her no place to stay on her weekends off.

The only other person  here I know very well is a total bore.  All she talks about is her troubles.  Same old same old.  She loves my cats, though.

So, do I really want to isolate myself in that cabin?  See where my thinking leads me?  In circles.  Besides all that above, I'd miss my shul, my Tanya group, the JLI classes.

And the cabin would remove me from my family, too.  

I guess I'm not really a Thoreau.

I think I need to do more thinking.

I spent a bunch of money today.  My favorite shoes were on sale, so I bought two pair.  One red and the other one taupe.  Hmmm, that's not a very good representation of that color.  Oh well.

I've been thinking of taking a vacation from DD, but then you guys are pretty much my social life.  Maybe I will take a break.  Oh,  I guess I did take a break.  When was the last time I wrote?  But I've been mulling over stuff and trying to locate the "winter of my discontent."  Still don't know where it is or why it is, so I'll be doing some more mulling.

Been playing the music of the 50s.  Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, Ames Brothers, Mills Brothers, Jo Stafford, and feeling moody.

Maybe I should get out some of the jazzy stuff.  Louis Armstrong, Brubeck, Al Hirt.  Ah...Duke Ellington.  That's the ticket!

Anyway, I'll probably be hit or miss for awhile now.  Until I get done thinking.

Stay tuned.

An afterthought. Took KK to the Vet for his first rabies shot today.  I really got the full Siamese "voice" on the way.  AAALLL the way!!  About a 20 minute drive.  However, on the way home, not a sound.  In fact he burrowed under the fleece rug in the carrier and went to sleep.  In fact he slept the rest of the day and wakened only when I gave the cats their evening treat.  He's still pretty quiet, but dollars to donuts, he'll come alive about the time I hit the sack.

Next month he has another appointment.  One he won't like a bit, but I'm hoping it'll quiet him down a bit.  My, but, he's getting to be a handsome boy!  His points were apparent when he was born, but now they're really points, and his back is beginning to turn of beautiful beige.  He gained almost 3 pounds since his previous visit--a month ago?  But he still looks skinny.  All sinew and muscle and long-long legs.  He's a gorgeous Siamese young man.

OK, that's it.  Goodnight and

Shalom