I was not going to watch television today, so went out to see a movie at 11:30 without an umbrella, having skipped the weather report and seeing sunshine overhead.
At 11: 40 I got caught in a downpour that blew in from the south: a direction I failed to check.
After sheltering in a handy laundromat, I went back to my drugstore and picked up some medication and bought a new umbrella, so that I could have one stowed in my backpack at all times.
The old one had been repaired too many times anyway.
At home, I turned on all the heaters, set my wet coat, hat, scarf and bag to drying, and decided to make some cookies.
My method is to throw things together and hope for the best. Sometimes “cake” comes out like doorstops, and cookies come out more like scones, but what the hey- I am too old to care.
I had planned to spend the day watching a kiddie movie out at the theater, read my juvenile fantasy book, and listening to classical music.
So far, I have read some of the book, got my daily exercise, and listened to some of the top 100 classical favorites.
Here in the Bay Area we vote on our choices, and “Ode to Joy” usually is the top choice.
Right now we are being treated to “The William Tell Overture” which is not one of my favorites since I have been hearing it for over 70 years now.
Since all my plans for the day have been skewed, I think I will just cocoon for the rest of the day, and watch the rain dimple the swimming pool.
Since I have begun packing and sorting my pile of possessions, my apartment does not feel anything but upset. On cold days I tend to sit too much, and in front of the television where I can play Blu-ray DVD’s, get France24, Fox News, and lots of BBC and PBS programs.
The only station that does not offer news or commercials is the ARTS station out of our local community college, College of San Mateo.
Some of the offerings are really old, but one of my favorites is a dance number out of the 1929 movie The Great Gabbo.
Those forgotten movie stars showed me what dancers could do, with her snake-like twining and his athleticism.
They may have trained with the circus.
So here you have half of my day, which is proving to be so ordinary and boring, that I hesitate to publish this to even close family to say nothing of on the web.
But that was the point of it all today.
I for one could totally ignore what is happening outside my immediate attention.
I have not called anybody today, nobody has called me or texted me, or even hailed me on Facebook.
Well, I don’t know about that since I have not gone out to the laundry room and plugged in to the internet.
Staying home, baking cookies, listening to Mozart and company, reading books, and then settling into an afternoon of comedic movies is one way to save your blood pressure.
To quote one of my favorites from The Wizard of Oz, “Don’t look at the man behind the curtain”.
To all those who are looking, to all those who are not accepting the political realities of our world,” Keep Calm and Carry On.”
I do hope that this is a boring enough account of my day.
I may not go to the Women’s March tomorrow either, as it is going to rain again and I hate getting feet wet, and dislike crowds.
My thoughts are with my friends and colleagues who did get to Washington D.C., my friends who fight the pesticide use near schools in Watsonville Ca, and all my friends from various clubs who want to go and make their views known.
It remains to be seen if these views will trickle up to where it may make a difference in government policy, but I hope the younger generation of women never give up trying.