Waiting on Dinner

The squash tonight wasn’t quite ripe, but I put some brown sugar in it and threw it in the oven anyway. The chicken legs were frozen, but they will be done after two hours. Here I am in my room again, typing away. I wrote two poems today at the keyboard and am having some regrets that I trashed so many of the ones I originally had on this blog. It’s OK though, things change.

It’s still cold outside this afternoon. I put my winter jacket on when I went out to get the mail. I know the thermometer says 52 F, but it feels colder. The clouds have rolled in and rain is probably on the way for tonight and tomorrow.

I picked up a couple of new subscribers today, so thanks people for the encouragement. It’s good to know that I am not just writing letters to myself. Back in the days when I had my first WordPress blog I used to write short opinion pieces on things I found on Google Trends, but trends no longer interest me. What other people search for online is their own business. I am writing about my own life here, for what it’s worth, and not the lives of the rich and famous.

The news today has been all about Donald Trump and the corona virus. There is conflicting information on how he is doing, but hey, he has a team of doctors working on him and the latest meds so he might pull through even though he is old and fat. I tried to watch the debate on Tuesday but ended up falling asleep because it was like listening to two children bickering. Not that children annoy me, they don’t, but these are supposed to be grown men and our leaders.

I was exposed to some really bad poetry on YouTube this afternoon. I have no idea how some of these people get popular with their short six-word or less poems. I hate to think that there are so many stupid people in the world to buy books that are mostly blank pages and bad drawings, but man, what kind of a market is poetry anyway? I am better off here writing things I compose on the computer than trying to write a book filled with dumb poems containing half an inane idea.

Dinner will be ready in half an hour. I am still not sure if I want greasy chicken legs tonight or if I will let the extra go for leftovers. I am at the point of giving up on my weight anyway. In the last three or four weeks I have gained ten pounds and feel so run down I can’t even leave my room except to do my chores. My Dad eats meat and potatoes, sugary fruit, candy all day, and ice cream every night and he weighs 60 pounds less than I do. He’s not on Invega injections though, like I am, and he doesn’t even exercise except what the doctors tell him to do for his injuries. I guess I am just cursed.

I’m going to take a break from journaling now and do some thinking about this blog. I think it needs a new look, maybe a new theme, and a better title than Bill’s Journal. Seriously, the blog looks like I made it myself with my extremely limited HTML skills. Oh well, I have a few minutes to mess around with it. Let’s see what damage I can do for free.

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