Unrain; Chores; Uncertain Decisions; "The Dark Voyage"; Unfettered Illiteracy

What happened to the rain? It may have happened, but not here. I was looking forward last night to rain, but only a few drops fell. And today was bright and clear.

First off, the only food in the refrigerator was one bottle of coke and some apple strudel. Second, the canned cat food supply was low. Third, I had some clothes from mother that need laundering. Fourth, I was worried about mother's house; I try to drop by at least once a week. Fifth, I was really concerned about mail at mother's; I'm expecting some checks. Sixth, I needed to pick up, again at momsy's, the medical alert caller for return to the company; I'd cancelled the service earlier in the week. Seventh, I was out of ibuprofen. Eighth, I wanted lunch. Ninth, I needed something to drink from; last night I broke my last glass, and I don't like drinking coke from a cup or lapping it up from a bowl.

I tried to plot out a path that would let me do all this with the least amount of travel. No such luck. I had lunch and stopped at the post office. Then decided to go back home, pick up the laundry, go to the washeteria, wash and dry, sort out mother's items, return home, bring in laundry, visit mother, drop off her laundry. Etc. Etc. Etc.

In looking back, I realize I must have made at least ten stops. No wonder I feel exhausted.

There have been so many conflicting thoughts about mother and what to do that at times I've wanted to run away and join the circus. It has been extremly difficult to make the best decision. And I was never certain what those decisions were. And I'm still not.

Furst's novels always have a certain vagueness to the plots. The hero most frequently does not have full understanding of the events around him. Things may or may not be what they seem.

It's always the world that he creates that I enjoy most. It has the feel of historical accuracy. But it may not be. Creating a verbal scene may be more important.