Day One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Day One

Day one of not drinking and I’m not looking forward to it, but I think Tess Tickle is right. I have been hiding from the world during this pandemic and drinking far too much. I’m sure I’m not the only one, but that is no excuse.

It’s going to be hot today. It was 36 degrees Celsius yesterday and today will be hotter. “Avoid alcohol,” they advised on the radio this morning. Easy for him to say. He has a job and presumably a life. I bet he has air conditioning as well.

I applied for a job this morning as an on-line writer, so who knows, maybe I’ll get paid for it. Maybe one day I’ll find a life and be able to afford air conditioning. We all live in hope. My resume looked a bit sparse, but that is due to years of indolence and fear of the world beyond the shack I live in.

I’ve run out of tobacco and I need food as well. There are only so many addictions one can give up at once. One addiction at a time. Is self-pity an addiction, I wonder? I should add it to my list.

I’m not looking forward to walking into town in the heat, which will reach 44.8 degrees Celcius today, which 112.64 F, so I should leave soon and walk three kilometres into town and three kilometres back on my twisted knee, which I injured last night as I got up from my writer’s desk, so it will be a painful stroll. Only I could cripple myself whilst working on a resume. I might modify it and just put my name and address, phone and email on it with the word LOSER in bold 72-point font underneath. Skills: being a complete pain in the arse. Duration: 59 years. I think I’ll use Requiem font, or possibly Grotesque, as they pretty much sum up my life and achievements thus far.

It could be worse, I suppose. The radio has been playing some lovely music this morning. They are playing four days of listeners’ choice, so it is all rather eclectic, if a tad predictable. J.S. Bach’s Jesu Joy of Man’s desiring, Vaughan William’s The Lark Ascending, Saint Saen’s Symphony number 3 (the tune to ‘If I Had Words’ which ended up in the film Babe). Mendelssohn’s Gruss, Grieg’s Peer Gynt, Handel’s Water Music; the list goes on, but there is something reassuring about the familiar.

Oh well, I can’t prevaricate any longer. I have things to do, a long exhausting walk in the summer heat and I have to get out of town before the pub opens. I wonder if day two will be any better?


Submitted: January 22, 2021

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88 fingers

Do the best you can. It's winter where I'm at. Hate the heat. But keep writing and keep positive. I had to get a new job at 57. I did, so can you.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 11:46pm

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Thanks 88 fingers ( one for every key on the piano). It's going to get to 44.8 degrees Celsius today. Dear oh dear! C x 9/5 + 32 = F. That's 112.64 degrees Farenheit.
Thanks again for your positive comment.
Cheers,
Craig.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 5:29pm

Jobe Rubens

Jesus Christ - that kinda heat must create a vacuum - bet the exosphere's dense with solar radiation. Craig, I see you as your town's Kahlil Gibran. And it seems you've done the right thing - renounce all worldy associations. Your gain - your knowledge - comes from you being non-dependent. The rich man keeps acquiring and is going in the wrong direction - nirvana will always outpace him.

Peace.

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 8:36am

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It got up 39 degrees C in the house today. The cats weren't happy. It's cooled down to 32 now, but it's 10 pm. It'll by like this for a few more days. Bugger it, I'm going out for scotch and cider tomorrow. I'm gettingfsick of drinking lemon squash.
I've always wanted to read his book, The Prophet, but haven't got around to it yet. Some of the townsfolk are OK. They are usually from out of town. I'm still in contact with Tess Tickle, who is funny, but lives in Melbourne, and I met a woman named Sal online, but she lives in Wollongong, south of Sydney. I'd go and visit her, as my daughters live in Wollongong and I havwen't seen them in years, But who will feed my cats?
I quite like Sal. She's a nurse, but I doubt anything will come of it. It's nice to have someone to communicate during a pandemic.
I heard a radio doco about Cornwell the other day. Some town with biggest fishing industry and the second roughest pub in England. It was funny.
Thanks for the positive comment, Jobe

Cheers,
Craig.

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 3:14am

Jobe Rubens

That would be Newlyn fishery across the bridge from Penzance. And the rough pub, they mentioned, was prob'ly The Star or Swordfish - you can get glassed in those pubs - they're stricly for trawlerman and don't like outsiders.

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 1:01pm

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A Frenchman entered the pub and was ordered out by the patrons. Pretty funny!

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 1:56pm

Mike S.

I wish you good luck, Craig

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 6:26pm

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Thanks Mike. It was a tough night. My little cat brought in a live mouse which escaped and my big cat brought in a huge dead rat. It was 44.8 degrees Celsius yesterday, (39 C inside) which is 112 degrees Farenheit. A heatwave and a mouse infestation. I'm getting sick of drinking lemon squash. A cider or a whisky on ice would have gone down well yesterday. Two more days of this and who knows how long the mice will thrive.
Oh well, you know me. I never get tired of writing about my miserable life. It's funny.
Cheers,
Craig

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 1:55pm

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