Evening Time Journaling

1843 hours — Soon the sunshine will be removed from the sky and replaced by a multifaceted star shine. That is how most days close when there are no clouds in the sky. And I was honored to sit, looking up, seeing the first twinkle from the vast and coming darkness, so my day is complete.

Never did get my planned shower in, instead spending my time writing. Besides, my wife likes it when I skip a shower because it saves a few cents. During the high heat of the summer months, watering the grass, along with doing the dishes and laundry really plays havoc on the financials.

And speaking of laundry, I must remember to spray my tee-shirt tonight before bed. As terrible as it may sound, I have not changed my clothes since the start of the weekend and it shows by the various stains of sloppy joe from Friday night, Saturday evening’s spaghetti meal and tonight’s chicken wings.

Another thing I will do prior to bedtime is check my various social media statuses. I always end the night as I begin my morning, checking Twitter, where I am participating in a year-long writing exercise. This is all that I use the platform for as it is filled with snatches of news and other snatches busy, trying to take down what’s left of my Americana.

Everything that I have written today, I have also posted. This comes after having been told a couple of days ago that I post too much and that this is the reason that people stop following me or simply disconnect from my social media. I find that a good thing to know, because they’d really be upset with me today.

Finally, my friend Rick McNamara sent me the Ernest Hemingway poem, ‘The Age Demanded.’ He said, and I must absolutely agree, that it describes the culture in 2020:

The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the bung.
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.

I’ve taken the liberty to add my own verse:

The age demanded we go in silence
And with battle axes ready.