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others who are not so fully-immersed
Monday, June 6 2016
This morning, Gretchen and I went to our real estate attorney's office in Kingston and there we signed the contract to buy the brick mansion. It was a straightforward and not-especially exciting experience.
Afterwards we drove over to a neighborhood of humble little houses just north of Albany Avenue to look at a dishwasher and a microwave for sale on Craigslist. They were white and kind of ugly, but supposedly they worked, and Gretchen had the idea that they would make the fanciest of our brick mansion apartments more attractive. The advertised price was $75, but of course Gretchen offered $70. With the help of the woman selling these things and a man I took to be her husband, we loaded these two items into the back of the Prius. (With all the other shit in there, including two milk crates Gretchen needs for her Ethical Choices Program lectures, they barely fit.) The couple said some positive things about our Bernie Sanders sticker, so that led immediately into a political conversation that went on a bit long. I'm so steeped in news and so aware of every detail of what is happening in our political culture that I quickly tire of conversations with others who are not so fully-immersed. In such situations, I feel a little like Stephen J. Hawking talking about perpetual motion machines with a backyard inventor.
This evening I had a bad experience while down in the brownhouse. I'll spare you too many details, but the gist of the matter is that sometimes when I am voiding my bowels, the stuff that comes out sears the tender tissue near where my GI tract attaches to the skin that would normally be covered by a pair of trousers. Sometimes the searing comes from the peppery foods I eat, in which case the discomfort is short-lived. Today, though, the searing seemed to come from acid, either from my stomach or perhaps from a little too much grapefruit I ate this afternoon. Combined with another problem that seems to flare up from time to time (if it's hemorrhoids, they're infrequent and not too bad), the net result was a very uncomfortable feeling that left me to finish out my workday lying on my back with a Chromebook on my belly. Later I took a bath after a second, even more painful toilet experience.
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