It’s late afternoon on this last Saturday of July 2022, and I am listening to Rachmaninov’s Symphony No. 2 in E-Minor, Op. 27 as I try to get this blog post to a good start. It’s still mostly sunny and hot outside – 94°F/35°C– so I am not enticed to go out for a walk to clear my head or come up with a fascinating topic for today.
I saw for myself how torrid the late July heat is in the Tampa Bay area when I went out to retrieve the mail from our curbside mailbox. I was expecting something from Amazon – a 7 fl. oz. bottle of Nizoral Anti-Dandruff Shampoo – and no one else in the house had brought in today’s delivered mail, so I put on some shoes (I usually just wear socks and/or slippers when I’m in the house) and walked out to the mailbox to do the task myself.
Holy shit! It was hot! I could feel how hot the sidewalk was even through the soles of my shoes, and the humid Florida air hung heavy in the late afternoon sun. Luckily, the mailbox is not far away from the front door, because the feels-like temperature was in the high 90s/30s! I opened the mailbox, grabbed the various pieces of mail – including my package from Amazon – and hurried back to the cool shelter of our air-conditioned house.
I am not going to exaggerate and claim that I got so sweaty that I had to take a shower when I came back from my brief excursion outside. I did take a shower, but that’s because I had postponed doing so until my package with the Nizoral Anti-Dandruff shampoo arrived. I didn’t want to take a shower early in the morning, only to consume more water later to wash my hair and deal with the itching and flaking from dandruff.
I wish I could have chosen a more interesting topic to write about, Dear Reader, but today is one of those rare occasions when I just don’t have the energy or creative impulse to write a review or a personal history piece. July – at least since 2015 – kicks my ass, emotionally speaking, and although I got through the hellish “Anniversary Week” (July 18-26) by purchasing some adults-only “visual novels” (Being a DIK and Acting Lessons), I am still sad and frustrated and angry. And once the endorphins from playing those sexy-yet-poignant games wear off and I come back to reality, it’s those emotions that set the tone for my days and nights here.
I have already eaten dinner; the Caregiver made some spaghetti with meat sauce and left it in a dish at my place on the kitchenette table. Of course, she did not tell me she had done so, thus my food was cold by the time I found it waiting for me. I heated it in our microwave oven, so no harm, no foul, I guess. But it would have been nice to have been told, “Hey, Alex, dinner is on the table,” no?
I have no idea what I will do tonight after I publish this post in A Certain Point of View, Too. I could try and watch a movie on the family room TV; no one else is watching anything there, and I prefer to use that set. My personal television set is more advanced and newer than the one “out there.” It’s a 4K UHD set which has better video quality and – since it’s not connected to a soundbar – average audio. But it’s smaller than the high-definition set in the family room, and I enjoy the home theater sound system a heckuva lot more than I do the tinny sound from my smaller set. I just have to get motivated to drag my butt – and the right movie – out there.
My other choices are to read a book from my TBR stack or game for a bit, but I think I’ll settle for the more passive act of movie watching. I do love movies, and I think I’ve gamed enough this week, thank you.
Since I don’t have anything else to share and I do want to get out of my room for a bit, I’ll close for now. Until next time, Dear Reader, stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things.