In Which I recall vivid but long gone past days

Good morning, my friend, reader of this present post! How are you this last day of the business week? As for me, I am okay. Happy it is almost the weekend, and next week I have some doctor appointments booked, it promises being productive, then, or at least have some works done as for example with my ears and eyesight. How is the weather? My area has the weather trending towards rain, grey mornings, which are ones I appreciate, so no issue there, and just a temperance of the heat, summer 2026 is almost a bad memory at this point.

I went on a shopping spree the past few days, which is not exactly the most responsible thing, but it is what it is. The most indulgent of the purchases was a pair of pajamas, that I was in spiritual need of. They are a number too big, but it was what was offered by the store when I went to the website, given most of the models were sold off. I wanted that fabric a lot so I decided it was worth the bigger number. In any case, much better getting bigger than getting smaller, that is for sure. I remember when I went to the airport once in my pajamas, and I felt so free! It was the night, I was wearing a sweater so no issue of being too informal. I went to this lovely cafe at the time and ate belgium style waffles. I don't know exactly why such adventure stuck with me, but it did. I don't even remember exactly if it was 2017 or 2019 at this point. All I remember is living without a care, at least at that small moment, living with no frontiers around me, like in a huge meadow, just wandering around. I would probably have a bit more psychological energy today as to make myself wear something nicer than pajamas, but I think at the time I was depleted, far more than I am today, if you can believe it. I still think sleepwear has different categories, they are not made the same, some can look great to wear even outside, while others not so. I do tend to judge someone that wears a piece, specially if it is streetwear, or grunge-y, out of lack of care, lack of attention, lack of taste... but sometimes someone desires to bring his best to the world, and at times this means wearing a very good pair of sturdy sleepwear with a sweater, hitting then the best of both worlds: comfortable, borderless, presentable, philantropically so, not in a mysanthropic way.

And what else did I buy? I got a pair of flip flops that seem to be more sturdy than the ones I have now, and I pray hope they suit my taste and comfort, as much as the picture suggests. I did get the right size and model this time, the last moment I bought alledgedly comfortable slippers, though they were good enough, they also were not of the model I was used to, so I never grew used to them. One of my most important factors in order to buy something is "will I use it? Or will it be just a weight in my conscience over spending money on something not worth it", and I pray and hope this pair fits in the former. Besides that, I got an apron. I have been washing the dishes more actively at home these days, and I keep getting water and soap all over my clothes. As such, with an apron, I can at least avoid the most of it. I have become such a house wife these days. Mom is happy and gracious, and to see her smile is a great source of joy for me. An Apron will keep me motivated to do the house chores as I am, because it will add some fun attire to the activity, and I did notice I do things much more happily if they are tied to pleasurable things, such as nice attires, colognes for smelling well, combing the hair in an appropriate way. No wonder many people, nobles and gentry alike, anyone that could, really, and even those that could not, in 18th century made their toilette process such a ritual, it does bring someone up.

Even just writing about those small quotidian things is a source of joy in my life! Likely one reason I cultivate a blog in the first place. I have other fleeting subjects with more weight to give a humble opinion on, but as much as they also entice me, when I sit down or recline to write, I get foggy, sleepy, and then profoundly exhausted, and before I notice, like my grandpa writing his books, I sleep on the desk, I sleep on the sofa, and so on, it was a jolly amusing thing see how easily my grandpa would fall asleep at his office, sitting on a chair, while writing, or while reading. I do miss my grandpa, there is a memory that reminds me of the best day I spent on that office of his, and he was there, too. It was April 2012, the Air Conditioner was on, I was writing on my long gone first blog, and I did have a work by the french composer Claude Debussy playing in the earphones, it was the Dawn to Dusk part of his work "The Sea". Not sure why, that really stuck with me. Can't recall exactly which computer I was using, my grandpa was never too open about me using his work laptop to play Civ 5, it is such a fog, so long now since this scene took place. It still feels close to me more than any day from 2023 or 2015. A weird timelapse, it reminds me how vivid I remember the 1980's, which I never lived through, while feeling the 90's much more remote and distant... 

I think this post should be wrapped up around here, or else I would not cease writing, we would end up having a whole book when it is not my intention to do so, not just now. I have been thinking of a book, but not exactly at this point. Wrapping up, I thank you so much for being here with me through this moment of recalling memories. I hope I can return to this journal blog real soon, so we can keep talking and I keep telling about my thoughts and ideas! Hopefully before June comes along. And it will be the 8th anniversary of my blog, I wonder what I will do to mark the occasion, but anyway, farewell for now, and never say die!