2:56 PM, in Wednesday’s bright afternoon hours while the firehouse siren is distantly wailing and I wish I was --
Floating.
In the smooth surf, just out from the shore. Being lifted gently by warm salty water. I can hear the wave’s white noise, can see the wide blue sky. The gulls. It would be sweet to be floating, to be swimming. To walk on the hot sand. Or just to sit and watch the linear horizon.
The Memorial Day weekend is fast approaching. It’s the gateway to Summer. I’d like for it to be a fun sunny span of hours -- but I don’t know. It’s been raining here a lot.
I’m listening to Stone Temple Pilots and thinking about another cup of coffee while I write this. But I wish I was --
Driving.
A long open road unfolding out before me. Momentum...and a cool curved car. In silver. The music coming from the car stereo. No real urgency, or place to be. Just positive motion. Maybe stopping somewhere interesting to buy some summery things...
I’ve managed to screw up Netscape (my main web browser). It crashes every time I try to load it, now -- even re-installing the program hasn’t helped. Sigh. So I’ve switched back to Internet Explorer (which routinely freezes my system when I scroll too much). I suspect that I’m suffering from OS rot and that I really should wipe the slate clean, reformat my hard drive, and reinstall everything.
I’m sort of lacking in motivation in regards to that project, however.
What I’d really like to do is to get myself an Apple Titanium Powerbook and start fresh. Some more smooth silver...
Well, now it’s 3 Doors Down on the stereo. And I really should get some laundry done -- so I have some Summer things ready for the weekend. Maybe a haircut, too. I should also be writing more. And exercising. Though, all-in-all, I wish I was --
Somewhere outside. In the sun. With music swirling. Dressed for the Summer, with friends. No plans. Just laughing, having fun.
Dancing.
--- JWR, 5/23/01
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