I like
routine.
It saves
me from having to think about stupid stuff.
So I get
Chinese food on Friday, do my shopping on Saturday, and take a trip to Bubbles
on Kennedy Boulevard on Sunday to do laundry (which an occasional trip to
Secaucus if the JKF store doesn’t have The Times).
I used
to go to breakfast at the Coach House on Saturday where I could look over the
published copy of my newspaper and ponder the universal meaning of life.
Now I
just stop in there for a cup of coffee to go before crossing the street to the
Salvation Army where I search for DVDs to replace the VHS tapes I watch while
exercising.
This
week, I had a bunch of stuff to donate, especially a bunch of books – many of
which I have acquired for my Kindle. I also sorted through my summer clothing
as I changed for winter wear, and found some things are too old or ragged, or
even too large for me to wear.
They had
a book table out on the sidewalk with piles of interesting volumes that drew my
eye even as I was dumping books inside. Between trips, I noticed the pile at
grown and was attracted to several volumes I had not seen during my previous
trip, volumes that seem to broach subject areas – such as history of New Jersey
and poetry – that I’m always looking for.
I
stopped and perused several of these until I realized that they were some of
the same books I had just dropped off. The guy inside was bringing them out as
fast as I could bring them in.
At
least, I know my own tastes.
From
there, I normally journey to the Shop Rite in North Bergen – going to the Big Lots store first, the dollar store
and then the food store.
But half
way down Paterson
Plank Road
traffic came to a halt. The road was closed and I was directed back up onto Kennedy Boulevard where more streets were closed, and traffic looked
like it does before a major holiday.
I
decided it was easier to go home and wait out the quagmire in the comfort of my
own home – I’ve decided to learn all the songs of The Beatles’ first album now
that I have an electric guitar again.
I guess
I’m caught up with John Lennon again. He would have been 75.
It’s
called making lemonade when life gives you lemons. Or in my case, making
“Lennon-aid.”
ReplyDeleteRingo has lived to semi-drunken old age,and John gets taken in his prime.
Right...
When life gives you lemons throw them away, and go out and get a Vodka Martini.
A dash of gin too...we used to drink them like soda pop in the old daze in summer at 'BAI.