Against the Noise
May. 12th, 2009 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayExtremely tired, tonight, and body beginning to ache. The lungs getting bad again as well. Was short with little Jay, a couple times, because I could barely hold myself up. He doesn't need that from me since he gets so much of it from his parents. (If what I've got is something fatal, I plan on infecting both of them before I depart.)
I did get in my walk and my stretches today, but it was a struggle. Had to rest between them and that was the sum of what I accomplished today. And, while I seem to have a fairly strong sense of hanging in there for someone else, and while that sometimes helps, I'm thinking that life has to be more than that.
So I'm gonna start looking for something on Hemingway in the Florida Keys or Federico Garcia Lorca and the Spanish Civil War or almost anything else on the arts and locales and personalities that defined the era between the two world wars. Truth is, I'm not so much committed to a specific interest as I am to the possibility of getting my life off dead center and moving toward something with at least a hint of cultural and intellectual content.
Because, when I die, I want to hear the drone of Hemingway's voice against the noise of one of those dark little bars that've stood, almost forever, along Duval Street...
I did get in my walk and my stretches today, but it was a struggle. Had to rest between them and that was the sum of what I accomplished today. And, while I seem to have a fairly strong sense of hanging in there for someone else, and while that sometimes helps, I'm thinking that life has to be more than that.
So I'm gonna start looking for something on Hemingway in the Florida Keys or Federico Garcia Lorca and the Spanish Civil War or almost anything else on the arts and locales and personalities that defined the era between the two world wars. Truth is, I'm not so much committed to a specific interest as I am to the possibility of getting my life off dead center and moving toward something with at least a hint of cultural and intellectual content.
Because, when I die, I want to hear the drone of Hemingway's voice against the noise of one of those dark little bars that've stood, almost forever, along Duval Street...
