I was hoping that the owner would show up. But, he/she didn’t. It was a lovely, perfectly restored machine. Parked at the curb by Revolution Cycles across from Whole Foods in Clarendon. (My old neighborhood. I bussed back “home” today.)
Seems that I have gained weight after one week on the train and three weeks back home in the asylum. At the current rate – I be 50 pounds fatter by this time next year. The alarm has been sounded.
The problem is the unlimited access to food that “I have already paid for”. That is Carlton-thinking at its finest. Well, there is the other problem – I just love to eat. I have to think up some sort of control mechanism. If that fails – I’ll just have to stop eating the asylum food – never mind that it is “already paid for” – and revert to cooking for myself. Will power. Or may “won’t power”. I won’t have dessert. I won’t have wine. I won’t have soft ice cream. I won’t have seafood imperial or lobster newburg.
Note to Carlton – I found your DD214 – the one I made you get years ago. So, I can stick you in the columbarium at Arlington if I am so disposed. Or I can take you back to Hawai’i and put you in the foundation plantings and flower beds at Hulihe’e like you wanted. Or I can tell Georgetown to put you in Mt Olivet. You really are dead and it really will not matter. Hulihe’e or Arlington means that someone – my lawyer I suppose – might feel like I will need to join you at one of those venues. If you are at Mt Olivet, I could “join” you. Georgetown could just leave what is left of me there too. I am pretty sure you don’t care what happens to you – just “Don’t put me in the ocean – I get seasick!” (I am thinking that Georgetown will be finished with you within the next couple of months. Or not.) And that is my Easter message.
I am hungry. Time to go downstairs and try “restraint” and “moderation”.
Ha Ha. Happy Easter. You are wonderful! Sending hugs.