I talk about my yearly physical and a sudden assault of the runs…
I talk about the weather, rain in 1969, and going to the doctor again.
I talk about the molar’s narrow hole and the general shrinkage that comes with age.
Well, at this point, my writing experiment or, at least, the attempt to make it a daily practice is not going so well. I missed yesterday though I am not sure why. Something got in the way. I could do it easily, in terms of a daily practice, if I thought of what I am writing here as a diary—a daily record of events. But I set a higher bar for this experiment. I want what I write to have some sort of point beyond a mere detailing and recording of how many times I fart in a day (already done in obsessive detail by Samuel Beckett). Though, I must say, at this point I have no idea what the point of this entry might be except to detail and record my frustration. The idea of having a point would seem to assume that there is some larger point to everything that is. And I am not sure about that. What the larger point might be.
Perhaps things like the recent fire and the recent flood rocks the foundations of our daily lives, our stability. As long as things are stable we assume there is a point. But when things become unstable, we see through the cracks in the daily routine…and what do we see there. Nothing. All of which is a roundabout way of saying I am not getting my daily paper on time. Before the flood and fires my paper would arrive around 6. In any case, it would be there when I opened the front door. That is no longer the case. I open the door around 730 and there is nothing there but naked concrete.
Usually, when I looked out around 10, the paper is there. Some person has brought it and left it. So I do get the paper, but not when I want it. And this is upsetting. I have been getting this paper for over twenty years. Mostly, it appeared when it was supposed to over that time, surprisingly so in fact. But not now. I tried to contact the newspaper people about this problem, but I received some sort of generic reply about my contractor having been contacted that did not answer my question: “is the paper delayed because the freeway is closed?” I assume the answer to this question would be “yes” if I could ever find a person to answer it.