Nothing In Particular . . .
May 12th, 2008Okay, so it’s my turn to post a blog entry. I figure I’m going to make this about nothing. Not the nothing that tears couples apart, nothing’s the matter, nothing’s wrong, not that nothing. That’s too serious. I’m talking the kind of nothing that doesn’t really matter. That nothing when you call your best friend on the tele and ask ‘What are you doing?’, and they say ‘Nothing.’ When you run into someone you know somewhere and they ask you ‘What’s going on?’ and of course you reply ‘Nothing’. When you happen upon an old acquaintance and you both ask each other ‘What’s new?’ even though you know they’re going to tell you ‘Nothing.’. That kind of nothing.
I’m sitting here after a long day’s work (which, truthfully, never really ends when you’re part of a small business like Demeter. I can see the email flashes while I type this entry), I’m watching the hockey game (once again the Islanders didn’t even make the post-season) ; the Mets are losing (again) (thanks to PIP and last channel recall, I can keep my eye on at least three games at one time even though I only have two eyes), the third game’s basketball playoffs (which to me, just isn’t the same basketball that it was when I was really a big fan and into basketball, as in playing when I wasn’t watching), listening to my son’s pitter-patter rain down from his bedroom above (even though he went to sleep at least two hours ago, I’ve no idea what he’s doing up there) while I listen to Head Hunters (a 1973 release by Herbie Hancock) and can’t believe the sounds emanating from the winds whipping around outside (occasionally, distracting me from all these other nothings by blowing so hard the house is creaking), typing with one hand so I can sniff a glass of wine (and with a schnozzola like mine, it’s really more like ‘breathing’) which I just love to drink while I eat a pear late at night (I don’t know, go figure), and speaking of schnozzolas, I just have to wonder Who Wants To Smell Like A Tootsie Roll? (and, by the looks of it, there’s quite a few of you out there, thank you for the orders!!!), and . . .
So, there you have it. That kind of nothing. That’s what I’m thinking about right now; nothing. That’s exactly what I am doing right now. Nothing. There’s nothing going on and I’m up to, well – nothing. I suppose I just have nothing to say in today’s blog entry. So, until next time, here’s to nothing!