Month: July 2018

Last week I was at a very lovely outdoor party and got into an oh-so-serious discussion about an oh-so-relevant topic.  Yep, straws.  We’ve come to this.  Paper vs. plastic.  Rounded the corner on the grocery bags and finally settled on plastic or bring your owns, an announcement to the world that you are quite environmentally conscientious and probably just shop for your cat(s).  But now straws are the problem-oh-the-day.  Or as I like to say RPP.  Rich People Problems.  Similar to trash, we live in a country where people care too much about the logistics of garbage. What to do, what to do? This container, that container.  What goes where and why.  Think think.  My Manfriend even had the audacity to tell me I needed to break down my endless supply of small Prime boxes and risk breaking a nail.  He knows me better then that geesh.  Give me strength.  I don’t give a sh*t about sh*t.  RPP.  I recycle(ish). When I’m not busy and my trash bag is full.  When I’m done contemplating life and need to refocus on something totally mundane.  Zoos are the worst.  They have four different receptacles in which to dispose of your lunch.  And no straws allowed whatsoever.  Makes total sense to me of course, great for small children.  Right.  In many countries, especially the ones with way too many people, they aren’t very serious about garbage.  If there is a drainage ditch behind their house they think they have a bathroom.  When you’re struggling to survive the priority list is a bit different.  The ocean carries all that garbage away away which at the time makes perfect sense.  To people who have real problems.  Paper straws are not good.  They turn to mush and become unusable very quickly.  So then you get another and another and another.  More trash.  At the lovely party, one Person Of Interest received a metal straw from a friend.  With a case.  That you were supposed to carry around with you and reuse.  Dirty.  Enough said.  RPP.  I may or may not have laughed, shook my head, rolled my eyes.  All not too subtle gestures that I’m prone to do.  Somehow, I don’t think that’s the solution.  And it hurt my teeth to even think about.  This brilliant Boomlennial predicts we’ll paper straw for awhile, remember they suck, and go back to plastic.  End of discussion.  Not talk or blogue worthy.  RPP.  Be grateful.

This hot summer has dulled me a bit I fear and sure can’t let that happen. Yet. I’ve taken enough walks on the mild side so was trying to spice things up a bit in a very unwild way.  Let’s not go crazy here.  So I went to see Jurassic World and really liked it!  What’s not to like about big, amazing creatures that can have very interesting personalities.  And eat people.  Ahhhh to be an adolescent boy again. (For all you millions of followers I’m not announcing anything that wild here.)  I’ve seen a lot of movies this year which have been quite good.  And quite adult.  And slowwwww.  And made me think.  What’s with that?  Time for a change.  Going ‘out’ to see a movie was always kind of tricky.  The whole dinner/movie evening was just never a good idea. Dinner first, sleep through the late movie.  Movie first, struggle to see my watch in the dark wanting the movie to end so I could go to dinner #drink.  So the occasional movie I saw had to be a ‘must see’ and I think I just got bad advice.  Most award winners were bizarre, or trying too hard, and sometimes just sucky to this brilliant Boomlennial.  Now, however, I’ve mastered the perfect movie nightish.  That late matinee followed by #drinks and dinner is the way to go.  You get those senior ugh matinee prices, the theater is fairly empty, and you can be entertained with all kinds of random sh*t.  No high expectations.  Enjoy!  Soon the summmer blockbusters will be gone (and what does that word blockbuster refer to anyway???) and the more serious subjects of the deep, dark winter will be upon us.  (That was quite a dramatic sentence.  I do have electricity and heat geesh.  Settle down.)  For now, however, I’m going to expand my genre of movies and hope I don’t start playing video games next.  Or get zits.  Oops, still have those.  Better tread lightly here and simmer that young spirit animal down a bit.  Whoa Nelly.  Do they still make Westerns?  Now that would be ‘must see’.  Bonanza in 3-D hmmm….

I just returned from vacay and never felt so accomplished.  I finally did the deed and can now talk freely about it without remorse.  Gratitude actually.  I did absolutely nothing and that’s ok.  Grandiose even! All my vacations (I use that term loosely) as a child involved one day trips riding coasters or biking around an island looking for another winery.  As an adult, I can still get into that but have always had A Plan.  And many layers within The Plan.  A beach was always my go to, but needed snorkeling or fishing or horses or throwing up in helicopters to make sure I got the whole experience.  Camping and fishing trips were fun until I realized the ground is fricken hard and ended up with more bruises than actual fish.  And who wants to clean and/or eat those smelly things anyway?  So this Bomlennial has given up themed vacays for now, and really did enjoy doing nothing as A PLAN.  Of course one must have a pool and someone serving adult beverages or that would just be a SILLY PLAN.  It’s ok to do nothing(ish).  Walking is fine until you call it hiking and that has to stop.  Pleasant to be on a boat or near a body of water as long as it involves soaking up the ambiance instead of too much water up the nose.  I used to laugh at the people in my childhood hood (will fix that later) who used to just sit in their garages on folding lawn chairs and do nothing.  Or stare at neighbors waiting for something  intersting to happen.  It didn’t.  And yes I would still laugh at them but they are mostly dead and that’s not really a laughing matter, but sitting was an activity to them.  And doing nothing.  I can seldom just do one mindless thing.  I can watch TV, but also have to read a magazine or paper or look at my phone speaking of absolute mindlessness.  So I guess it’s ok to have a week of doing nothing but enjoying my peeps and not worrying about A Plan.  However, I’d really like to go white water rafting.  And my knee hurts.  And I don’t have any bruises whaaaaa.  And just what is at the top of that mountain hmmmmmm.