October Blog Challenge Day 5

I’m not sure how many words I’ve got in my brain tonight. It was a very uneventful day, wherein I ran errands (read: shopped for groceries) and not much else. I watched a couple episodes of the X-Files from the series’ first season. Thought about grilling burgers for dinner but ended up snacking instead. I’ll make the burgers tomorrow.

I’ll admit, I did do some serious napping today. If I’m tired enough to nod off at noon for 2-3 hours, I suppose I needed the rest.

After doing that canvassing yesterday, I’m noticing what seems to be my plantar fasciitis returning. I’ve got a pair of shoe inserts, but they’ve been in daily use for quite some time so I suppose they’re probably wearing out. I ordered a new pair, just to be in the safe side. I don’t really enjoy pain so it seems the prudent thing to do.

Maddy went with me to the grocery store today. As we were loading the car, I noticed a jumping spider on the roof. Maddy coaxed it onto her finger and allowed it to leap away from the vehicle. I commented that maybe she could’ve kept it as a pet, which evolved into a discussion about possible names. She insisted “Jerry” was a good name for a spider. When I scoffed, she said I shouldn’t dismiss the name because it is similar to my own.

I scoffed again and insisted that “Jerry” is short for “Jeremy,” to which she proposed “Jeremiah.” I said that no, “Jeremiah” is a bullfrog name, not a spider name. She had no idea what I was talking about, so once the car was loaded and we were leaving the parking lot, I pulled up Joy to the World by Three Dog Night.

She’d never heard the song before, but enjoyed it.

When we got home, she asked me if her mom was aware of the Jeremiah/Bulldog connection. I told her most definitely, and when we brought the groceries home I confirmed it by saying “Hey, mother, Jeremiah was a… what?”

“A bullfrog,” she answered at once.

October Blog Challenge Day 2

And we’re back with another action-packed episode (issue?) of our daily blog challenge. Assuming you read the previous entry, you know that I’m just typing so I can realize a three-hundred word blog post. It’s not that three-hundred words is hard to generate, necessarily. It’s good exercise, right? Brain training. Groovy.

Driving into work this morning I had Pink Floyd on shuffle, and Waiting for the Worms (from The Wall) came on. I’ve always liked the song, but all the sudden I was hearing it from a position I’d never considered before. Today’s politics are an echo of what that song expresses - a mask of 1920’s Germany held over Cold War-era Britain. And now it’s here, in 2020’s America. And about half of all eligible voters don’t even care.

Maybe I’m being dramatic. Would not be the first time.

Was also reading about feral children for no reason other than I’d been watching an X-Files episode called “The Jersey Devil.” Season One, Episode Five. Not the best episode offered by the X-Files, but suitably entertaining in spots. By the time it ended, I was alternating my attention between the television and my iPad. I checked the clock – ten minutes to nine – and decided I’d probably better go upstairs and get this blog post out of the way.

The cats are having a rampage. They are hungry, so they act out in a beastly manner until I get annoyed enough to feed them (or so they assume). At some unspoken agreement, they’ll eventually stop tearing across the scenery, sit or flop down, and stare at me as if trying to decide if there’s anything else that might intimidate me into filling their bowls.

I let them wait. It’s not even ten o’clock yet.

So… yeah. I think that about covers it to the tune of three-hundred words and change. More tomorrow.