Monday, November 26, 2012


What nefarious negative part of my brain insists on wafting over to Radio Crapsongs in the morning these days? This morning it is Chicago's Make Me Smile (you can listen and wince along).
Cooder and Emmylou come downstairs with me.

And the words that were on my mind when I surfaced were incur and encourage. Not sure why. Oh well, a quick trip to the dictionary page points in a direction: Become subject to (something unwelcome or unpleasant) as a result of one's own behavior or actions: "I will pay any expenses incurred". Another definition adds "Bring down upon oneself ..." Yeah, that is pretty close to my mental closing and opening musings to and from what I hope will be or has been sleep. How did I get here (this point in my life) and how will I get out (I needn't expound on that)?

Encourage ... I do like this bit : incitement to action or to practice. I know that's no surprised but I hadn't really characterized the practice part of it. 

Later in the same morning. The kitchen is almost back to its normal self, although there will be several trips up and down the basement stairs. I need to head down there anyway for laundry and I am sure the cat box needs some attention. 

I am in reasonably good spirits. I need to get outside and move around today as it is a bit warmer, too. Yesterday, I staid huddled around the computer, watching Netflix for hours. I watched four movies, three of them French comedies L'arnacoeur (Heartbreaker), Prête-moi ta main (I Do: How To  Get Married and Stay Single), and  Ne le dis à personne (Tell No One) as well as one from Uruguay, El Bano de Papa (The Pope's Toilet). I was obsesssed with deconstructing a quite hideous home-knitted vest I had picked up at the Eagle Eye in downtown Brewster. The yarn was made by Manos del Uruguay (perhaps that subliminally inspired me to watch that film!) and is both expensive and beautiful. For three dollars and a day spacing out watching movies, I got four beautiful skeins of wool (which I do not need).

Emmy, as ever, was ready to be involved.

Ah well, now to looking for work, meaning, and my bedroom floor which did not get cleaned up before the Thanksgiving rush of visitors!

Correction does much, but encouragement does more.
— Goethe

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