My mind and senses are rife with excitement for writing about my evening right now. And at the same time, I feel as if I could drift off to sleep early without a care in the world, other than needing to take out Samuel for his nightly potty break, thus interrupting my would-be slumber. However, it’s an hour before the normal time when I start getting ready for bed, so I’ll stay up and type! Type away!
There’s nothing special about my evening, other than that it is not punctuated by suicidality or any other extreme emotions. Thus, in a sense, the evening is actually extraordinary, and every evening like this should be just as amazing. My Mum bought me a book, “Alone Time,” by Stephanie Rosenbloom. It’s a book about four little weeklong vacations the author took in different cities around the world within a year’s time. I’ve finished the introduction and am deep into the first chapter. There’s something about having a physical copy of a book in your hand. Rather than the hype of the smell of the book, the feel, the texture, I’m thinking it’s clunky and annoying, at first, to have to hold a physical book in one’s hands. First of all it requires two hands, rather than one, unless you have extremely dexterous fingers and are adept at holding a book’s pages open with one hand. Second, it doesn’t elicit that stare-like quality you get from having blue light flashing before your eyeballs… Yes, that’s more of a negative quality of digital reading. But I’ve gotten so used to reading Kindle books on the app on my phone that holding a real book just seems clunky. Nevertheless, reading this book in the flesh, so-to-speak, has grown on me. It’s just a different experience than the digital one. Also, with the Kindle app on the phone, one can change the font size to any size desired, which means I don’t have to squint whilst reading.
I digress. Where was I? My evening. Yesterday the evening temperature outside was 99 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s about 38 degrees Celsius. Far too hot for taking a leisurely stroll for exercise. Tonight the temperature was slightly more tolerable but I am very lucky that my apartment seems to stay at a decent temperature no matter what. I have air conditioning units in the windows of both my living room and bedroom, but when turned on they are very loud and not so pleasant. I also have a space heater for the colder months, as the wall elements that are supposed to heat a room really just don’t work. I fed my dog, picked up his poop off the hardwood floor and searched around for possible wet spots where he could have peed. These days, with an old dog, this is a daily routine. Sometimes I get tired of this routine of picking up after him!
Some chilled rosé started off the evening and I barely had any: not even a buzz. Then cereal for dinner with vanilla yogurt and nibbles on carrots to make up for the lack of vegetables in that bland diet. All in all, not a bad start to the evening. I exchanged voice recordings with my friend in Nova Scotia, saying whatever I pleased and could think of off the cuff, including expletives, because we never hold anything back between us and any topic is fair game, even “I’m on the toilet whilst recording this message.”
It’s a good use of time for me. I get to have social interaction without it feeling too glaring or obligatory or awkward thanks to the miracle of modern technology. We exchange messages on an app called Signal which encrypts messages, unlike WhatsApp, which does not encrypt messages. It’s interesting: I don’t own a television and I don’t miss it. If I want to watch a movie I have the option of watching it inconveniently on my computer or conveniently on the screen of my phone. I’ve enjoyed several movies from my phone screen and it works just fine for me. I mean, just because I don’t own a TV doesn’t mean I never watch anything. I do. I like the occasional surreptitious form of pre-recorded entertainment.
My dryer is loud in the background because of the numerous zippers on clothing items that are banging against the walls of the inside of the dryer, saying “let me out!” “I will,” I reply, “when it’s time and you’re dry.” The only thing I have to hang-dry is my bra because it’s too delicate for the likes of an electric drying machine… unless I didn’t want that clothing item to last me a long time, then I could make it suffer the forced heated air. I always look at my piano, well, my family’s piano, that is, and think to myself, “I could be playing you.” Yet the desire just doesn’t compute into action.
It’s almost completely dark outside now. It’s smack in the middle of the eight o’clock hour. Do you know that in Germany 8:30 is actually “half nine”? This makes complete sense. It’s a half hour before nine, so we attribute the following hour, not the current hour. Maybe it doesn’t make sense to you but there are a lot of things that are sensible about the German language. The one thing I can never quite get right is “the: Der/Die/Das” There are three genders: masculine, feminine, and neutral. This makes me think that Germans pioneered the LGBTQ movement long before anyone else thought of it. Yes please, call me “They/Them” instead of “She/Her.” Neutralize my gender, thank you very much!
Well, enough of my musings. I am done for now. Suffice to say that the newest addition to my household, my kalimba, is sitting as quietly as my piano, patiently waiting for me to desire to play it. It’s a wonderful little instrument and very versatile. I could be lighting candles, burning incense, wafting lavender oil water via my electric diffuser, but that all sounds like too much work. I’d rather just listen to my dog snore and nod off to sleep myself without the hassle of having to remember to blow out a candle or press the “off” button of my diffuser. I got the diffuser for free on my Buy Nothing Facebook group. It’s a nice thing to have. Now I shall hit “send” and the “off” button of my computer. Goodnight!