So today was the day when a slew of people got married, right? I guess the date, with its synchronized sevens, is seen as good luck. Well, I’m sure they were warm enough in their tuxedos and wedding dresses here in Wisconsin. The temps are tropical, global-warming tropical, and tomorrow is supposed to be worse. I did what I could to avoid actually going outside much today. I drove out to West Bend early this morning to hit the farmer’s market, but beyond that, I hardly left the house. Let me recap.
The farmer’s market was actually pretty cool. West Bend is sort of a shitty industrial town, in my eyes, but the farmer’s market made the old downtown look like Boulder or Madison. Tents lined up in front of the fading downtown businesses (I saw one advertising an inkjet printer cartridge club) sold mushrooms, cherries, cheese, etc. I picked up all the aforementioned products and cruised home, listening to The Hold Steady on full blast. When I was halfway home my phone rang. Dan and I talked about his house issues until I pulled up at the house. I sat in back, under the new gazebo (on sale at Target) while the kids ran back and forth between yards. Later T and I went for a walk/ride. I walked, he rode his bike. We skipped the cemetery (rare funeral service taking place right on the path) and sat on the rocks near the old church/new electric consulting company. Not long after that M took the boys to a birthday party. I finished cleaning the office (moved a ton of books into the upstairs closet) and screwed around on the computer. Later I ate dinner, watched the Brew game (they lost a close one), and caught an old episode of The Sopranos on cable. M and the boys visited a neighbor’s, but I wasn’t in the mood for socialization, so I stayed home. Sometimes I think I don’t fit in very well with the neighbor dads. Oh well. High school never ends, I guess.
Last night Rich and I took in a couple high powered high school basketball games, AAU level, then got drunk on the back porch. That was fun, anyway.
I think I stress myself out. I’ve been thinking about death and fear a lot lately. There are times during the day, many times, when I find my chest tightening over anything from heights to the thought of the kids crossing the street. I will write about this fear more soon. I see old people, too, and I think I’m not too far away from that. More soon. Good night.