It's funny. Pandemic Sunday. Entertaining ourselves to the max.
You'd think it would be quite claustrophobic. Nope. For some reason everything seemed "perfect and in it's right place."A chill, meandering day. Started the day drinking coffee and listening to Krista Tippett interview the great Cuban American poet Richard Blanco. Tears and laughter in the a.m. Totally entrancing & enriching!
Then a long, invigorating walk on the lakefront. An excellent spaghetti lunch. Watched a hilarious rock doc about the 90's Brit-Pop band Oasis (the fighting, drugging, totally raucous and out of control Gallagher brothers!). So funny!
Listened to some great music on the box: Dylan's much maligned "Shot of Love," (1981) (a fabulous record: raw, loose, funky with three or four of Dylan's killer masterpieces), and the Rolling Stones' "Flowers" (1967) (the Stones still in a Pop groove. Raw. Edgy. Funny. Dexterous. Brian Jones playing various instruments, still with it.)
Then in the evening we watched an episode of "The Crown" featuring another wild, strange, confounding British clan, the Royals. Fabulous acting all around. Crazy, but pretty much true story. Gillian Anderson plays that British gargoyle Margaret Thatcher.
Then it was to bed with a new book. At least, new to me. M. John Harrison's "Light." (2003). Sci-Fi. I have no idea what it is all about yet, but just the first few sentences hooked me. This man is a fabulous writer. Floated thru the first few chapters, then lights out.
That was the day. Not bad. I thought of Bobby McFerrin's great Zen Koan: "Don't Worry, Be Happy." For one Pandemic Sunday it actually worked. As the Door-mouse said: "Feed your head!"
