Day 55



No happening, no special news, this day same as yesterday. I’ll be bored to death. Ordinary people go outdoors when they are bored. But the problem is, I’m not an outgoing person. Going out is boring to me. So what will I do? Don’t think. I’m not in the mood for making great discoveries anyhow. That, too, is a discovery. Now I’m no longer bored. Deo gratias.



Day 56



I’m staring at this page now. I have to write on it no matter what state of mind I’m in. So let me think of an event . . . . I heard over the radio about a coup attempt that failed again. So many attempts have been unsuccessful over the years. Aren’t these coup plotters ashamed and tired of being losers? Ah, I would rather sing “Let Me Try Again” or do hara-kiri if I were in their shoes.



Day 57



I had a haircut. My son Donn cut my hair in a way that you could mirror yourself when looking at the sides of my head. I always have this haircut when hot season begins and I don’t give a hoot. I succumb to the tyranny of comfort, not fashion.



Even in clothing I prefer loose shirts, baggy pants, over-sized shoes, all for comfort. I don’t mind if I’m laughed at or criticized. Oh, they must not criticize what they don’t understand, to quote partly Bob Dylan. Or if you don’t subscribe to that, let me say, “Judge not lest you be judged.” I hope that will be okay.



