Thunderstorms are still going strong, and next week’s forecast is forecasting more rain, meanwhile, the west is going through a drought. June is coming to a close, and as August creeps closer, I know in the back of my mind that I’ll never reach South Padre this summer. I just keep watching the days effortlessly pass by, drawn out like an overly complex movie without a plot, but yet you keep watching, waiting for something to happen, waiting for an end, waiting for a climax, waiting for an explanation.
I am self-absorbed and wading in my own closed-off world. But isn’t that the mark of any true poet or musician or artist? Self-absorbment. Is that even a word? It’s amazing how many words there are in the English language that I didn’t know existed. Thumbing through the dictionary, I realize how limited my vocabulary is. I’ve been biding my time with crossword puzzles and the dictionary has become my new best friend. Speaking of best friends, mine quit smoking. I never realized how much of our quality time was spent outside smoking cigarettes. I actually don’t feel as close to her now. Isn’t that sick? Surely I’m not that shallow. Surely I’m not that bad of a friend. But I’m being supportive, and her mood swings aren’t that severe. I should quit.
Content again, content and bored of being content, maybe I should try challenging myself. I’m still planning on taking piano lessons from my mom, that’s challenging. My mom broke her hip about three months ago, I almost fainted when I saw her in the ER. Nothing gory, I just couldn’t handle it, but that’s a different story. She’s back home now walking with a cane and getting around well. Pretty soon she’ll be able to ditch the cane.