Days like today make me think I am back in New England. It is gray, or perhaps grey; the British spelling seems more fitting somehow. However you care to spell it, the day reeks of gloominess and I find myself tempted to skip church, since I don’t have to teach the kids today. Two days of being holed up seems incredibly decadent. Curling up with my latest library downloads, interspersed with the occasion household chore: the perfect tasks for a bleak November Sunday. Anything that clears space and invites clarity is good. And while e-books seem less homey than actual bound books, the allure of it is no less inviting. I find the Kindle so much easier to read, and I read so much more since I got one. (Thank you, Brandi, for corrupting me!)
Today is my father’s 91st birthday. He was the baby in his family and is the last one remaining, having lost his brother Don a few years back. Don was nearly 95 when he passed. My father is still sharp and in reasonably good health. I don’t know how he does it. A lot of faith and strong church ties I imagine.
I’ve managed to piss away most of the morning, looking up this or that through real estate records and old emails. I went into my old yahoo account this morning to discover well over 9999+ emails. They have a new feature that makes sorting easier and after deleting over 9999+ emails, my inbox still says I have 9999+ new messages. I wonder if I managed to clear out inboxes if my life would feel less cluttered. I don’t use the yahoo account any more. It is the address I give out when I need to provide one but I don’t really want to be contacted. I’d spurge the whole thing without so much as a second glance but my father, at 91, doesn’t update his records so on the rare occasion that sends an email that is the address he uses. I discovered that he’d copied me on a few messages he’d sent out to other people. Mostly they are about this friend or that who’ve preceded him to heaven. It’s probably good that his wife is younger than he is. I imagine it is lonely for him losing so many of his old friends.
Jay has gone back to bed. It seems like a good idea. I am skipping church, because I can for once. After so many Sundays of having to be there, if feels good to play hooky.
Because sometimes grey November Sundays just call for that, and when has the opportunity, I think the answer should be “yes!”
Namaste, my friends, Namaste.
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