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Day: February 7, 2023

It’s 420! What a rush.

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Not that 420, it’s not April twentieth, nor is it 4:20pm. The day has yet to go up in smoke, rather just another day on the writing journey. Day four hundred twenty to be exact. I keep meaning to have something extraordinary to do for days like this, but then those thoughts and ideas come head to head with reality, and I need to put my focus, and energies elsewhere. But I’m not a travel blog, nor a tech blog, nor do I do reviews of movies/games/tools either, so I haven’t a clue as to what would best exemplify “extraordinary” for writing in my case. I can hardly skip town for a wistful romp somewhere just to write about it. Nor would I make a major purchase just to give myself a basis for *content*. I’m a rambler. An inane, day to day, beige, suburban work from home dad kind of guy. I don’t discuss intimate details here, but I have covered Crohn’s disease a few times, and my hearing loss. But that’s not what brings in the readers. It was the collection of short stories that was driving growth here, and I’ve felt a bit tapped out on written creativity as of late. Reading was helping to rekindle that need to tell a story about what I wanted to hear, see, feel and do. It just hasn’t manifested as action – yet.

I wonder if work will slow down at all for a few days, or if we are going to run full tilt into Spring, then Summer at this pace? Who knows? I sure don’t.

One week until Valentine’s day, so get your finger on the pulse, and get ahead of the rush. Or don’t, up to you. I’m just sat here having breakfast making marijuana jokes, so what do I know.

My left ear is still a dull throbbing ache, so I have that to look forward to today. The ear drops help a bit, but no major shift either way. Towards getting better and going away, or rupturing, oozing out, and then going away. I’d just like it to choose, and get on with it. The waffling of will it, won’t it, annoys me to no end. Do the *thing*, and piss off!

This ear infection brings back a memory from my youth.

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Not of the intense inner ear pain, but a memory I had following a surgery to have tubes placed in my ears to shore up the collapsing inner walls of my ear canal. It was late in the evening, I was getting over the anesthesia from the surgery, in my own bed at home and I was crying because there were noises keeping me awake. And much to my surprise my mum told me I could hear the birds outside my window, and the rain on the glass. Two, usually too soft sounds I didn’t really take much notice of before, and were so new I couldn’t place them. Mind you I was drugged to the tits for a six year old or so, but it was still pretty startling. How can you live like this, hearing all this weird shit. How do you know what to pay attention to? If I can hear a fan, cars, mumbled talking, phone notifications, birds, and what not, odds are I can not hear you talking to me from several feet away. It’s all one jumbled mass of noise to me. Write that shit down. Text me!

Weird memory to have late last night as I was putting antibiotic drops in my ear. But a vivid one at that. Never can tell what you will remember about life. Happy Tuesday all.

Ps. Yes I did lose the airbrush compressor. It has died a death. I’m now on the lookout for a higher quality replacement that offers slightly more versatility. But which does not break the bank. I know the top of the line Iawata guns and compressors will cost over 1K. Too rich for my blood. I need a mid to lower mid tier set that will last five to ten years of intermitten, sparse use. Any recommendations from out there in internet land?