“Ripeness is merely the name we give to the first stage of decay.’
Hill, Reginald. The Long Kill (p. 162). MysteriousPress.com/Open Road.
Sigh. For me, ripeness is now but a cherished memory. On the other hand, 2024 as we enter it is certainly not yet ripe, I fear it is destined to deteriorate significantly long before the year ends.
Watching humanity wriggle through another chapter of what we call history seems to me like observing bacteria in a Petri dish. Once the algae is consumed, they devour each other until none remain. Then, the Petri dish is cleaned for a new experiment, or in disgust, it’s tossed into the trash, and the lab lights turned off.
On the third morning of 2024, while lying in bed, Naida and I decided to sing some songs from Showboat before we began our day. The dog grew bored with the noise and moved to sit by the window, awaiting the appearance of a squirrel to bark at.
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I couldn’t sleep last night, so I went downstairs and read for a while before returning to bed. I woke up at about noon on Thursday and went downstairs to have breakfast. Afterward, I recited to Naida the Buck Milligan introduction to James Joyce’s Ulysses, both in the Joycean original and the AI translation. She interrupted me before I was finished and went to her computer to fuss over some receipts from the sate of her books. I then read a bit more of the novel that I was engrossed in last night instead of sleeping.
I then sat for a while, staring out the window, wondering what I should do today to make getting out of bed worthwhile. I thought perhaps screaming while running naked through the streets of the Enchanted Forest would do nicely. However, when I looked up at the clock and saw it was almost 4 PM, I thought it would be better to have lunch before engaging in strenuous exercise. Given that there would be less than an hour of daylight remaining by the time I finished lunch, running naked down the dark streets in mid-winter would be ill-advised. So, I decided to shelve that idea for today and headed off to the kitchen.
Later, while watching one of the PBS shows, I received the following message from Richard Diran (Burma Richard):
“Hey Joe, so the last perfect day I had was with Hayden and his crew. The next day, my guts bloated like a Biafra watermelon. I went to the hospital for an MRI, and they said you have to check in at the emergency room.
I asked, ‘How about tomorrow?’
They replied, ‘Nope, today or you may be dead.’
I said, ‘Okay.’
So, the bladder cancer has extended to my colon. I had an operation and am currently in the hospital about to be discharged.
On January 22, the doctors will meet to decide the best way forward with treatment.
I do want to squeeze a bit more life out of this world for the sheer force of curiosity to see what madness lies ahead.
Love you!
R”
I was devastated. I spent a long time trying to put into words what I was feeling and what it all meant. Eventually, I gave up. Everything appeared inadequate. Death does not ask us when we would like for him to turn up at our door. I longed to visit Richard and spend some time with him — a last adventure, so to speak, but I am beyond the ability to sustain 20-hour plane rides. I sent him a note, expressing my concern, sorrow, and hope that he will prevail over his maladies and we would be able meet again.
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When I finally went to bed, I couldn’t sleep. Thoughts about Richard swirled in my mind. In addition, I had been viciously attacked by two mosquitoes earlier in the evening, As a result, two large bumps have disfigured my forehead and itched a lot. So, at about 2 AM, I went downstairs to wrestle with my thoughts about Richard and later to finish up the novel I had been reading. I returned to bed after 4 AM and slept until 10:30 when the house cleaner arrived. Later, Naida and I, along with the dog, went to Mel’s for lunch. When we returned the housekeeper was still at work, so we waited a while for her to finish up and leave so that we could go upstairs for a late afternoon nap.
That evening, after watching a fairly awful movie, I listened awhile to Naida play the piano following which we went upstairs to bed.
On Saturday I got out of bed at about noon as usual. I spent a few moments wondering if this late rising indicated I was suffering from deep, perhaps terminal, depression. I almost immediately dismissed it. My life has been little more than alternating episodes of unwarranted euphoria and melodramatic depression now and then punctuated by brief moments of delusionary euphoria.
It looked to be another grey and gloomy day as I stared at it through my window. As I stood there I thought “enough of this. This should be a day of new beginnings.” I recalled Molly Trad’s poem:
I have a desperate attraction to new beginnings
Sometimes the numbers on the calendar look so beautiful
I think
Today’s the day I drink less and run more
No smoking, all veggies
Honesty, integrity, self-reliance, perseverance, creativity,
No fear, live large,
Dream big, be bright, believe in love and believe in yourself!
And I do
Today is an auspicious day
So, right then and there, I decided to sit on the sofa with Naida, watch television, and contemplate my new beginnings.
On Sunday, I woke up as usual at about noon, had breakfast, and sat down with Naida to discuss our plans for the day, if any. She mentioned that the Northern California Publishers and Authors group, an organization she founded over 20 years ago and now directed by the author M.L. Hamilton, was having an event this evening. It was being held at a place near us called the Flaming Grill, which was not far from our location. “Let’s go,” I said, “I’m up for it.” So, a bit later, after walking the dog, we headed off to the meeting.
The Flaming Grill is a well-regarded hamburger restaurant in Sacramento, located in a somewhat run-down shopping center near Alta-Arden. We sat in a section of the restaurant designated for the meeting. While perusing the menu, I noticed an item called “Gator Bite Po Boy.” I asked the owner/waiter if it was made with real alligator. “Yes,” he responded, “we order it from Louisiana. A couple of months ago, I was even able to order camel meat.” I decided to order it just to add to my list of life experiences. Surprisingly, it wasn’t bad at all.
I sat at a table with two of Naida’s friends, the authors Tom Kando (“Humanity’s Future: The Next 25,000 Years”) and Frank Luna (“Red Mars”). The meeting focused on discussing what authors need to know about publishing their books in today’s market, which I found quite interesting. We left with a copy of a cheat sheet provided to the attendees.
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Upon returning home, we watched the Sunday evening PBS lineup before returning upstairs to bed..
On Monday, I went to the Golden Hills for lunch with Hayden. He had just returned from a month-long trip to Thailand and Japan with two of his friends, Little Jake and Christian. I was eager to hear his stories. I picked him up at his house, and he gave me an amazing shirt that I loved. We decided to dine at a Mexican restaurant in Town Center. On the drive, I told him about the unfortunate news about Burma Richard. He was distressed by the news and shared several stories Richard had told them during their lunch. During lunch, we discussed some of his adventures on his trip. One interesting thing he mentioned was that they were scheduled to fly out of Honolulu on one of the Alaska Airlines planes of the same type that had its door fall off the day before, causing his flight to be delayed by almost a day.
Later, Naida, the dog, and I went for a walk. We walked up onto the levee along the American River, where 2 billion dollars had been spent to shore it up. The construction machinery had been removed, and the fencing taken down. This is what we saw:
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We were surprised to see that much of the vegetation had been removed, leaving only bare dirt. A few steps further, we came across this:
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Within about a month after the contractors left, the levee had already begun eroding into the river and needed temporary supports. This is just another example of what happens when you choose the lowest cost bidder.
Later that night we watch Antiques Road Show (of course). It was televised from Alaska.I do not know what is going on up there but those people there seemed to just have come out of the wilderness carrying the most valuable antiques we had ever seen on the show. And, yes I know only decrepits like us who have nothing better to do than watch this and what’s worse enjoy it. So what.
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