I slept a lot (for me) last night/this morning.
(I crashed about 23:00, woke too briefly to
note the time twice or thrice, woke for real at
06:00, fell asleep about at 07:00, and woke again
at 09:30) This bodes well for tomorrow
(I have a really long day tomorrow) if I don't screw
it up today. But I woke with intense back pain, so
I took something for it, and the caffeine in the
drug I took gave me a headache (caffeine does
help with headaches sometimes, but it can also cause
them for me) so I traded one problem for
another. Oh well. So today is going to have to be
a "rest up for tomorrow" day, though I'll try to
get out of the house briefly this afternoon.
Two friends have helped out with bills lately.
I'm still in trouble, but being able to fend off a
couple of creditors for another month helps quite
a bit. And I bought gas so I can drive to the
Southern Maryland Celtic Festival tomorrow for our
gig there. *whew* Thanks!
Someday, someday ... I look forward to some
shiny future when I can be the one providing such
help to others instead of receiving it. But now,
while I need what help I can get, I am simply
grateful.
A mailing list I'm on has something fun going
on -- old-timers and newbies alike are posting
"let me introduce myself" messages as though they'd
just joined (except that most include "I joined
back in ______ because of so-and-so" statements).
Bits of list-history and personal history have
been coming up as a result, and one person has
started putting together a "who got whom involved"
diagram.
In the middle of the day yesterday, as I was
driving down Frederick Ave., I saw a woman on
rollerblades in the oncoming lane with a line of
cars behind her. She was taking off her
sweatshirt as she pumped along at a decent clip
(but not fast enough for the cars she was blocking).
I pulled over to load the camera I had with me
and turned around to get a picture, but she had
vanished (up some side-street, I presume) by the
time I got ready. Drat. (She was wearing something
black underneath the sweatshirt -- a tube-top, I
think, so I assume she was simply removing a layer
to keep cool, not performing a rolling striptease.)
I saw a lot of police officers standing on
streetcorners yesterday, which seemed odd because
they didn't seem to be doing anything and didn't
have their patrol cars nearby. Then I heard on
the evening news that it was some special program
to clean up the most dangerous corners and increase
police visibility in the city. Funny -- the corners
where I saw them had never registered as "dangerous"
or especially suspect to me. But I only drive past
them, so it's likely that there's just a lot I didn't
know about those spots. On the news they said
that some "normally bustling" corners were deserted
yesterday because of the police presence, and that
says something discouraging to me. It's encouraging
that the police are Doing Something (though I'm not
sure how long this initiative is planned to last --
it might have been a one-day thing?), but it's
discouraging that so much of the pedestrian traffic
that one might otherwise think was a sign of a
healthy and vibrant city when seen from a distance
turned out to actually be the sort of thing that
has to leave when the police show up -- symptoms
of the city's sickness.
How long would the police have to stand, bored,
on those corners before ordinary community activity
re-emerged (presuming that the less-savory element
the cops just frightened off had previously scared
the law-abiding local citizens off the sidewalks
and behind closed doors)?
None of the police were in my neighbourhood,
which I choose to interpret to mean that mine is
not one of the Problem Spots.