Stream of Consciousness

 Well, here we are on Saturday morning and the outside temp is almost 60 (F).  Forecasters say that today we're going to be entering the preliminary slow cooker of summer with our temps climbing up into the mid 80s (F).  An abundancy of clouds, however, will keep the sun from blazing down to make things seem hotter.  I'm predicting that today my store will sell many air conditioning units as well as grow your own garden supplies.  I will be sweating away at the flooring desk because we are too far away from summer for corporate to turn on the store air conditioning.

Yesterday was kind of a good/meh day.  I got a number of things accomplished, like yardwork, as well as getting in a decent workout.  The big aquarium was cleaned.  Yet, it almost feels as if nothing was really done.  Perhaps that's because I've started working on removing the English Ivy that is constantly threatening to invade my property, and what I removed was minimal at best.  This is going to be a big job.  I actually thought I might plant some potatoes in one area, though maybe zucchini would be better.

I'm also in the process of storing my written work on a large storage unit.  I have a lot of written work, the Eli and Max mysteries are just a small sampling.  I've been playing around with words most of my life, perhaps because as a child I was such a voracious reader.  I remember checking out Joyce's Ulysses from the Lebanon Public Library when I was in 6th grade, what a disappointment that was.  Pure dreck, no cohesion.  I had to read his Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man in college.  That was somewhat better.  Eavesdropping on someone's thoughts is not nearly as interesting as some might think.  For those interested, my favorite stream of consciousness novel was Virginia Woolf's, Mrs. Dalloway.  When I saw it listed on the syllabus for Women in Lit, I groaned, but then, to my amazement, I found the book fascinating/ stream of consciousness tied to a plotline. 

Even though I no longer subscribe to The Washington Post, I still scroll down through their headlines every day as sort of a cheeky analysis of how Bezos has been mutilating it.  One amusing headline that caught my eye this morning was:  Trump Tired of Being Laughed At.  Truthfully, he's being mocked more than laughed at.  He has always been a clownish imbecile.  As president, however, his moronic idiocies are being played out on the world's stage for everyone to chide to his chagrin.  Good.

The Supreme Court put a temporary stop to Orangie's attempt to send all Spanish speaking people to El Salvador.  The only 2 dissenting votes were Alito and Thomas.  They are vile individuals and I do not doubt for a second that both wallowed in the dreck of Joyce's Ulysses confounding themselves into thinking they'd both found enlightenment.  Their stream of consciousness has dashed itself too many times upon the rocks of selfishness for them to own a wit of compassion.