Well, dear readers, February, a short month, is almost done, what with being a short month and all, which means bills are due sooner than later and it’s like skipping a few days just to make everyone have to jump through hoops, so I think the month person who came up with February should be lambasted from here to eternity and HELL and back and by lambasted I mean he should be forced to eat lamb that’s been basted but not cooked for the rest of his days. Of course, his days are long gone and therefore he gets away with it, the miscreant. Well, now we know who it was – it was that infamous little ort named Numa Pompilius, the second King of Rome. I KNEW it. He was one of the most pompous of all the Pompiliuses. He also was a heavy proponent of Circumstance, hence Pomp and Circumstance. Thank goodness he was not a fan of Circumcision, or we’d have Pomp and Circumcision. But that’s another story. This all had to do with the Roman calendar and its infamous Month of the Year calendar, the precursor to the Playmate of the Month calendar, where various months would be pictured in various states of Roman underpants. Much later, that scamp, Julius Caesar, kept February a short month because he was busy creating his lasting legacy, the Caesar salad. By the way, if anyone has any idea of what the HELL I’m talking about, please keep it to yourself. Also, some of the above, but not all of the above, is true. This entire paragraph just makes me want to suggest we all put on our Roman underpants and do our own Roman haineshisway.com calendar.
Yesterday was a somewhat sleepy day with some awake parts. I got about seven hours of sleep, although I don’t think I really did, I think it was more like five and a half hours of sleep. Once up, I ordered a burger from Islands, I went over my final fixes for the galley and had a telephonic conversation, then the fixes went to the designers, and hopefully we’ll have a new galley in a day or two and hopefully that one will be the final galley. Burger arrived and it was really top-notch and the first time a burger has EVER arrived from Islands, which is only about five blocks from here, piping hot. The fries were also very good. After that, I was very full. I did some work on the computer, answered some e-mails, took pills, and finally sat on my couch like so much fish and instantly dozed off for three hours. I then had a fruit bar, got the final part of an Amazon order, and then was determined to watch something on Amazon Prime. I found a documentary called Heavy Petting, made in 1989 and featuring people who were both known and somewhat popular, although I didn’t know several people, about sex in the 1950s. People like Spalding Gray, Sandra Bernhard, David Byrne, Allen Ginsberg, Frances Fisher, Ann Magnusen, Laurie, Anderson, Josh Mostel, and others – they reminisce in their “hip” way and all that is intersperced with music of the era and a LOT of vintage fifties footage. It was okay, but I only saw about two-thirds as I dozed on and off.
After that, I had some cheese and crackers for a snack, put on my Roman underpants and did the then popular dance Roman in the Gloamin’ whilst balancing a chair on my head and eating another fruit bar. That was exhilarating.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, if I’m feeling up to it, I’ll go get the smog certificate for the motor car that I apparently need to get, then I’ll pay for the registration so I can get my new tags – My New Tags – that’s the title of my next novel. IF I get the smog certificate, I’ll do so someplace that’s near a restaurant I can have a meal at whilst waiting for the damn thing. IF I do that, then I’ll come home right after and catch up on things. Then at some point, I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow and the weekend are unknown to me, but I’m sure relaxing will be part of the experience. That and beginning a new memoir about my close friendship with Numa Pompilius, called Numa and Me – A Roman Numa-ral Friendship. By the way, you can order your very own Roman underpants and here’s the damn proof.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, perhaps get a smog certificate, eat, catch up on various and sundried Roman things, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Drive-ins. Movies and restaurants. When was the first time you went to a drive-in movie and did you enjoy the experience? Same with a drive-in restaurant where you actually ate in the car? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have shared the history of February.