Update: Scattered and Trivial

Posted on November 29, 2002 in Festivals

Nothing strikes so hard as the square-headed hammer of boredom.

The winds gave way to rain last evening.

Thanksgiving talk revolved around the usual topics as last year: politics, The Twilight Zone, cousin Steve’s hatred of Teddy Kennedy, recipes, the noise from the pre-school behind my mother’s house (they’ve acquired a parrot), and the oranges rotting under the tree. I forgot to bring the camera, so no pictures of the gathered

I finished
Lenin’s Embalmers, a marvellous book by one of the men who banked his life under Stalin on the preservation of the corpse of the Soviet Union’s mythic founder. I kept napping all day, waking sometimes to children running and screaming on the street or the sound of some do-it-your-selfer running a power drill or rotary saw. The last time I woke up was to the flash of lightning and the growl of thunder that followed it by only two seconds. The weather left me with nothing to do except read more and play card games on the computer.

My mind needs stimulation. If I don’t get any tomorrow, I risk rousing a spectre of the unconscious who will try to alleviate the problem by distracting me with bad memories.