Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, May 30
I was out early for my walk this morning, out the door well before 0700…it’s still cool enuff for a wuss like me to demand a watch cap and a pullover, but otherwise, I braved the elements with shorts and no gloves.
It was quiet, too, in our small town, so when I got to downtown I turned right and headed toward the river…I know, the past couple of walks it was the usual Main Street deal mainly to keep tabs on the new restaurant opening across the street from the post office, but on a quiet, cool morning a country road walk to the river was just what ol’ Sparrow needed.
My stuff at the frame shop in the next county was ready, so I headed there first and I am pleased, tho not surprised, to report Pam did her work really well…The yellow wood frame she recommended looks wonderful on my new world wall map…It doesn’t steal the show like some frames can, it merely accents it, letting the map take center stage…She even covered it in glass, tho for what she charged me she probably could have covered it with gold and still turned a profit.
Grandpa Sparrow’s picture is looking sharp, again, too……Recall the frame was falling apart and Pam looked at it and declared a new frame wasn’t necessary, she could repair it and I am pleased to report Grandpa Sparrow, who I never met, is back in us old and usual place on the wall behind my desk.
At the retailer, I bought more good health stuff like apple cider vinegar and ashwagandha…Both I’ve taken in the past and for some reason I found myself thinking of both things this week, so I bought some.
Boy, I’d forgotten how bad that apple cider vinegar can taste…It’s supposed to help you live until you’re 130 – provided you aren’t hit by a bus – and as I recall we used to drink it straight, but diluted with some water tasted bad enuff…And the bottle recommends taking it three times a day…Christ…I don’t if that’s a genuine recommendation or if it’s like that “wash, rinse, repeat” crap that’s on shampoo instructions and merely designed to make you drink more crappy tasting apple cider vinegar.
I also bought the cat a scratching post, tho the big news is we are allowed to dine in at the Mexican joint again…Just in the nick of time, too, because summer’s coming and it’s warming up and who the hell wants to sit and eat in your car in a parking lot in the heat???
I got home and by chance Zach, who lives in the dump across Maple Street, was farting around in his yard, so I hoodwinked him into helping me get the map in the cabin…I probably could’ve done it myself, but it’s big and I figured it was 50/50 I’d drop it and break the glass…It looks wonderful on the wall, above the couch, and now I can read about places while lying on the couch and look up a map of the world and get my bearings.
After that, I thought I’d lost the new pocket knife I’d bought last month…This was harrowing…I was at the kitchen table trying to open the scratching post and I needed the knife and I usually keep it in a bowl on the kitchen table but it wasn’t there and I had to wrack my brain to remember I’d taken it out to the car to open the new sprinkler I’d bought, so I wouldn’t have to bother with lugging the sprinkler inside to open it…Fortunately, it was in the trunk of the car, still open…For the record, the cat hasn’t so much as glanced at her new toy, much less played with it.
After the pictures were up, the scratching post assembled and the groceries put away it was not quite 1300 and I settled in on the couch for some reading…About 1500 Cody came by to do the lawn, finishing a few minutes before the rain started and at 1600 I wandered into the bedroom for my nap before heading into the hotel later tonight, tho it took yours truly a while before falling asleep.
I am very pleased with my three-dayer…Recall I didn’t go into the VSO yesterday because I didn’t want to and, even tho I don’t work particularly hard even during busy times, the days off were very good for morale heading into summer.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log:
1700 Friday until 0100 Saturday
1700 Saturday until 2130 Saturday.
12.0 hours for the day and 50.5 for the week, a splendid total…I’ll have the monthly figures tomorrow…I don’t have them handy right now…Apologies are issued.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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