I keep on giving up. Every day and every night, I give up at some point. I feel like every day, I overcome one or two obstacles, when overcoming 5 or 6 would be a much more satisfactory pace.
I like to complain.
Every once in awhile, I think, boy, if I could go back to little league basketball now, I would be such a star. Yes, I think that if I played with 5th graders, I would be okay. Similarly, I think, boy, if I could go back to first year of grad school with what I know now, I would be pretty good! hah!
The Word of the Day for June 24 is:
cocooning \kuh-KOON-ing\ noun
: the practice of spending leisure time at home in preference to going out
I can remember entire summers in the past when I holed away in my sublet, reading stuff, maybe going for walks along the river, and that was the entirety of my summer. Getting to work, getting home, hiding from people. I didn't even have internet at home back then, or a cell phone. That was nice.
Something is a little off, I'm not sure what. Then again, I live most of my life with something "a little off".
I got two Kawabata books from the library, but I can't stand the translation of one of them. It's at 5th grade reading level. No flow. Maybe I'll look for a different translation. I learned that Kawabata also offed himself, by gassing, not sticking a sword in his stomach. Mishima wrote the preface to one of his books.
I cooked eggplant yesterday and it was way too salty. Must learn the subtleties of cooking.
I'm just sort of waiting for one week from now, when I fly to Wyoming to meet the fam for a National Park trip. I think that after that trip I will have a whole new (positive) outlook.