2022-04-15

It’s Good Friday, which is why you have until Monday to file your income taxes this year. As you know I have not had a good any day of the week in nearly two weeks. And things on that front seem to be getting worse instead of better. 🙁

Yesterday was Okay Thursday. I exercised by walking, bought things from Atlanta Cycling, got a haircut, bought things from Amazon, drank beers and ate a po boy with a couple of old friends, and then saddened myself. All of these were accomplished by 7pm, so I had the rest of the night to reflect and question my life as I watched tv. Fortunately I was bushed so I fell asleep early. Unfortunately that meant I was wide awake again at 2am, which is when I am typing this on my iPad.

While at The Po Boy Shop we talked with the owner for awhile. He used to own McDuff’s in Buckhead and Black Bear Tavern on Peachtree by Piedmont Hospital. I told him that I drank at each occasionally, and he claimed to recognize me; highly doubtful.

Today I expected to be going out for my final reccy for Monday’s “Wee Is Risen” hash. However, I have decided to join some others for a hike instead. I suppose that I could go out and reccy tomorrow after walking with Betsy, or, just wing it on Monday. My goal is to set about a 3.5 mile trail since although Guac y Margy’s closes at 10pm, I was told that the kitchen closes at 9pm. I have handled this hash poorly, doing everything I tell new hares to avoid. While I accept the blame, COVID has certainly made laying a Monday night trail much harder, no longer because of concern of getting sick, but because restaurants are still short staffed. This could be a hash shit…

Tonight and most of tomorrow are wide open. It still feels surreal to have so much time alone on the weekends. I feel more alone than I did in those early days of COVID two years ago when we rarely got to hang out with anyone. That being said, people continue to offer help, which I appreciate greatly and am accepting. Of course I will be walking with Betsy and Bella tomorrow morning, though there is some rain predicted. If I don’t go out to reccy I may go on a road trip somewhere to occupy myself, and this weekend it won’t involve me ending up on my bathroom floor vomiting.

As of now I will be riding on Sunday on the annual Easter Sunday ride on the Silver Comet starting and ending at the Rambo Nursery. Of course this could all fall apart if it rains. I currently have no idea what food I am bringing to share. It’s funny, I always think of this space as being my long term memory, however when I checked back to last year’s post regarding the Easter Sunday ride I made no mention of the food I brought. It’s clear that have become co-dependent, odd for a never-married, rarely paired, 56 year old person, and was energized by playing off the attention to details presented by someone who plans everything in advance.

Let me end on a positive note. With the successful completion of a lesson today, my current Duolingo streak for learning German is one hundred days. This pales in comparison to Barb’s sister-in-law’s 792 days, but I am proud of myself, and as you probably know, I don’t say that often.

Here’s hoping your Easter weekend is enjoyable, and that your health is good.

I solved today’s Wordle in five attempts; my starter today was ROAST. I had to play an exploratory word for my fourth attempt to ensure I’d get it today.