Motoring On

 Well here’s Monday dear reader(s), and I’m feeling kinda blah, not depressed, not elevated, just rather flat, which seems to be my modis operendi on these early weekdays. I slept fairly well and I don’t have much to do today. Maybe that calls for washing the bedsheets, which are completely dirty and need attention. I need to make a Kroger run, which means I’ll get out for a little bit. Michael is planning to visit his mom and make a trip to Giant Eagle, to secure some protein provisions and hopefully find some fresh herbs I need for a few recipes.

Mom and I talked on the phone this morning about woke politics, liberal agendas, and I queried why those of a liberal bent seem more interested in me than those of conservative leanings. She didn’t quite know what I was talking about and that was fine with me, I just left my query open-ended. I didn’t dare tell her how I practically did a doughnut in the Broad Street Presbyterian Church parking lot yesterday afternoon whilst Q-FM was playing, “Let Me Go Crazy On You” on the radio. It felt great, a huge release, I’ve been feeling all this pent up agnst about not being able to find a church to call home, and good old Q-FM, they seemed to understand (as always). Not one to give up, mom and I are going to try First Congregational Church on March 19, and we shall see how that goes. 

I’ve got some painting projects that I need to get done, one is painting the wicker chair on the porch, the other is spray painting the piece of wood I found in Macon Alley with the chrome spray paint I have. It’s going to be in the high 60s today, so maybe I might get to this, though probably not. I just continue to have great problems with motivation, save for the cooking, which I’m eager to do. I wish I understood better how to improve my motivation, I certainly know it’s the Risperdal that’s to blame, but I don’t want to get into finger-pointing, as that gets me nowhere. Well, I can only get as far as I can, and I guess I must come to peace with my shortcomings.

Not much more to report, just another Monday here in Ohio. I’m looking for excitement and inspiration but it seems hard to find in this city of agendas, some glaringly obvious that I just have to laugh. I’ll stick with the assorted vehicles and license plates, I absolutely loved the black Jeep with “DCMT” I saw on Broad Street yesterday. Not as jarring as the red car with “BARBI” plate I saw in psychosis years ago. Still looking for a red Ford Explorer, but absolutely loved seeing Robert in “The Way We Were” last night, so perhaps that will have to do.

Later friends. Enjoy your day!