washerman

[washerman]

I've become stuck in pour over coffee.

Why did it take me so long to find this?

[washerman]

There are many foods I love that have let me down.

I love cookies, but I have had bad cookies. Same with lasagna, ramen, meatloaf, pizza, and gumbo.

But I have never been let down by a tamale. Sometimes a tamale might need a little more hot sauce but that doesn't make it a bad tamale.

[washerman]

Am I going to miss the Waffle House?

Am I going to miss grits and eggs every day? Always open? The only hot coffee in the week after the hurricane?

Or am I going to miss a Georgia waitress calling me baby after 13 hours of night shift torture at the job?

Because that hits my soul in a away that hot coffee never will.

[washerman]

I don't have any place else to go.

So here is my grief.

Why are so many Americans so willing to embrace an irredeemable bigoted idiot?

Why do so few of them have, or hold dear, any semblance of compassion?

I have no jokes. No pithy words, no misplaced optimism.

The future looks bleak. Not because of the baboon, but because so many Americans prefer the crap flinging monkey to a competent woman.

I am sad. Because my life will change minimally, but people in it will be afraid and heartbroken and will have legitimate reasons to distrust everyone around them.

I am a fool that gets misty eyed during July 4th celebrations. I thought there was something special about a country founded on reason, regardless of its flaws. No royalty, no divine right of kings, no theocracy, no forced bending of the knee. I believed that the way was in front of us to bend the moral arc of the universe towards justice and true equality . I believed that democracy was the lever to bend that moral arc.

Lenin was right. Here is the dictatorship of the proletariat. It's as bad as any other.

I hate it here and everything tastes bitter.

[washerman]

I did the dishes at my wife last night.

I feel a little bad about that, but she was being snippy and she has a way of making me feel unappreciated when she's like that.

[washerman]

A little thing, but yoga pants with chucks is great.

As is the sundress doc martens combo.

Pancakes and French toast.

[washerman]

Sweet little Lupin is getting adopted. He's going to be a wonderful friend.

I should clarify, not by us. I cared for Lupin for a short while. He was just very sweet and I wish him the very best.

Also, he was not named after fictional French cat burglar Arsene Lupin.

[washerman]

There's a special circle of hell for people who send back first draft documents because of font and with no other edits.

[washerman]

The dogs that live in my building are;

Teddy

Eloise

Jamison

I have no idea what their humans are called

[washerman]

Stopping in to see some old friends on my return trip.

I'm not sure if I actually want to. What if it's awkward? We haven't seen each other in a few years.

It's too late to back out; I'm committed.

And reluctant.

[washerman]

Somedays, it's really hard to know if I'm depressed or tired or just anti-social.

I'm traveling. I'm in my hotel doing nothing.

Should i be doing something, or is this fine?

[washerman]

As it becomes clear that "my" gym is the queer gym, certain misconceptions need to be addressed.

It's quite probable that the guys I see hovering over their girlfriends are not marking their territory, but are actually huddling in a protective hetero-normative bubble.

But that's just a guess (that includes judgments and assumptions).

[washerman]

First meeting with the therapist.

There was a vocal thing she did that reminded me of Rhode Island.

She seemed very young. In the camera view, I looked very old.

She asked me what I needed and I didn't know.

[washerman]

I take many walks around my neighborhood.

It's nice when my time is mine.

It's also kinda sad that I have to find opportunities to steal this time back.

[washerman]

There were two ladies working the desk when I checked in.

One had very pretty eyes. The other was mean.

You're a platinum member. I'm supposed to be nice to you, she said.

She wasn't.

And I was amused and neglected to compliment the lady with the pretty eyes.