I’ve had enough of staying home. It’s been two months now and I’m feeling it.
The days are bleeding into each other. Last week I lost one whole day. I don’t know where it went. It didn’t tell me.
The nights are quiet – no overhead planes – not even a dog barking anymore or the roar of my neighbor’s motorcycle at midnight. Gone too is the noise from our neighbors who love to take their parties to the street.
I want to rush to my second-hand bookstore except they’re closed. I’m raiding my own bookshelf for titles to read. At the moment I’m reading how to do electrical wiring in the kitchen. I need a few more lights and wall sockets for my high-speed blender. I want to make smoothies with all the broccoli Alf keeps buying.
I’d like a walk by the beach, but I’m sure I’d be stopped, handcuffed and dragged away to the nearest police station.
I’m cutting my own hair and that’s not a pretty sight. The right side is shorter than the left so I’m walking lopsided to compensate.
“Do you think I’d look good in a pony tail?” Alf said.
“Better than me,” I said.
“Okay. Don’t be upset if I look furry.”
“You already look furry.”
“Your hair is migrating around your neck.”
“The Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde look.”
“More like Herry Monster from Sesame Street,” I said.
“That was before my time,” Alf said.
Calvin says, “Aren’t you glad I don’t need grooming? I’m hunky gorgeous all year round.”