Adding to my previous post about San Diego, another intriguing thing about the city is it’s proximity to Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico. I’ve enjoyed Mexico in the past, having spent time in Puerto Vallarta and Mexico City. I hear tons of people walk across the border daily and I may join them. It would be interesting to see the southern border of the US in person; I’ve only ever heard of it, usually on the news or internet where MAGA idiots talk about how horrible it is and how illegal immigrants pour across it daily. I will see for myself.
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I’m thinking of visiting San Diego in February. The things I’ve heard about the city throughout my life, like the Mediterranean climate they enjoy, the burritos, the beautiful baseball stadium and the world-class zoo, have built San Diego up to epic proportions in my mind. Will the reality match my dreams and visions? Does reality ever match our dreams and visions? Maybe in San Diego, the impossible will become possible! Even if it doesn’t, there’s no way the weather there isn’t better than the weather in Buffalo in February, so I might just sit outside and smile the whole time. -
I went grocery shopping today. It’s not even the tasty treats that tempt me in a big supermarket, but the ingredients I could use in my cooking. How insufferable does that sound? I’m being serious, though! I find joy in planning and cooking a meal, but I am not wealthy and these things that tempt me are not cheap. Or if they are cheap, there’s many of them that I need so the small purchases add up. It is fun to splurge sometimes. Less fun is walking out holding my receipt saying “Damn, I didn’t mean to spend that much.”
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I did laundry today and now I have every sock that I own in front of me. It’s a weird feeling, “owning socks.” Why don’t we let the socks be free? To be fair, socks are the most elusive of all the garments. We all lose that random sock and it happens all the time. I would like to live a sockless existence. I am a fan of having less and less stuff all the time, and socks seem surplus to the requirements of being a human. Consider your socks today. Do you own them or do they own you? -
I feel stuck. I whine and moan about the price of things, like breakfast sandwiches, but I don’t intend on not buying breakfast sandwiches. I get bent over but I do not change my ways. I am saying, with my behavior, that although unpleasant, I will continue with this experience. Same with drinking. I don’t like being hungover but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying beers. It doesn’t have to be this way. The hope that I can change one day gets me by for now. And then I wake up tomorrow and I’m fifty and I’m still the same. -
One of my favorite things about living in Buffalo is the front row seat we have to incredibly powerful winter storms. Yes, winter is long, grey, and depressing but when the lake-effect machine gets activated and the storm rolls in, standing by a window and watching the outside world get pounded by wind and snow is fascinating. It’s like you are in a spaceship looking out at a new and dangerous planet you’ve just landed on. It’s loud, violent, and alive. If there aren’t already, there should be blizzard chasers the way there are those who chase hurricanes and tornados. -
What do the elves of the North Pole do when Santa leaves to deliver the presents? I imagine it being similar to a pro sports team after their season ends. Some elves may go under the knife, some go party in Cancun or Ibiza, and some go put their feet up and chill on the couch. Some of them probably need therapy after the stress of Christmas. I wonder how long their off-season is. I bet they miss work and are eager to get back to it.
No, who am I kidding. Work sucks and even the elves know that.
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I love to sneeze. The best is when three or four or five (or more!) sneezes get lined up in a row. You don’t know when they’ll start or when they’ll end. It’s nice to have something taken out of your hands like that. One can’t binge sneeze or develop a sneeze addiction, although I’m probably wrong and people probably do make themselves sneeze on purpose. Sneezing is like hearing a great song on the radio: you didn’t pick it and you didn’t start it and you can’t repeat it as many times as you’d like, you just enjoy it. -
For lunch today, I bought five Buffalo chicken fingers (with a cup of blue cheese) from a supermarket. You are supposed to heat the chicken fingers up in a microwave but I ate them cold in my car in the parking lot while listening to Rich Eisen talk about the Miami Dolphins on the radio. You know those fruit pie snacks that look like Hot Pockets and come in the small box? I had one of those too, peach pie flavored. My total at self-checkout was $8.25. A tasty and filling lunch that didn’t make me feel like the store was robbing me. Thank you, Tops Friendly Markets! -
There are worse ways to spend an evening than talking on the phone with a friend for two hours. I consider myself a private person who can get by without much human interaction. In fact, too much human interaction makes me run for the hills. And then there are long, winding conversations filled with laughter with an old friend that makes me remember the glory of people and why people are the greatest thing about life. People are not perfect. Interactions with people can sometimes be the most horrible thing, but nothing hits the soul quite like great conversation with a loved one. And it is the soul that is often forgotten about when we think about our priorities in life. Go to work, buy groceries, do chores, and…oh yeah, remember to make your soul feel alive and jump for joy. This sounds like an advice column now. What do I know? Loved ones are loved ones for a reason.
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