We watched The Lighthouse last night—trippy movie, really good, visually stunning. We rented it on Amazon for 4.99. The dogs got me up early for breakfast, which is good, so I can haul my ass down to the DMV to get my license renewed.
It looks like it will be sunny today, and I have heard, warmer. This exciting diary entry brought to you by O’Doul’s non-alcoholic beer and I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
I listened to Lou Reed’s Set The Twilight Reeling album yesterday. I really like that one. “Senators, you polish a turd.” As timely now as it ever was. I miss Lou. Why do people have to die? I don’t ask that often but once in a while I’m like aw man that sucks. Death. Get used to it, Bub.
I’m not always stoic—I also intuit that there is a point to it, to eternal life in the natural way energy moves around in one form and then another. I’ve always had a sense that one’s love and devotion and just plain enjoyment form the path for your next energy transfer or leg of the subway. If you think the spirit to teach a child or execute a perfect pick and roll or lead a group comes from you alone, that’s probably incorrect.
Marigolds remind me of my mom, but not just this year’s marigolds. The Donna Jones Marigold Mafia is alive anywhere marigolds were or are or will be enjoyed. My brother-in-law Jay’s love for chaotic RV trips lives on. A crazy RV trip is bucket list sh*t!!!!
