So I’m not all that hungry but I got my traditional birthday Chinese take-out for the fortune cookie, as I keep the fortune in my wallet for the year—and there was no fortune in the cookie.
Guess I’ll have to make my own fortune. Good thing I bought an extra PowerBall ticket.
Finally Friday! And the last day of age 56 for me. I don’t know what 57 holds in store, but it dang well had better be an improvement over 56, let me tell you. I’ll save any rehashing and revisiting for the Holidailies year-end recap (and probably cry when I write it), but let’s just say that I have some major goals for what I want to achieve over the next year. Some of them will have to wait until the 2024 because I’m traveling a lot in November and early December, and then there are the holidays, but I do think my life will look very different by the time I’m 58. Hey, I may look very different by this time next year. Happier, for one thing.
Also, not for nothing, as of 11:21 a.m. tomorrow I will have outlived everyone on my father’s side of the family except my father, who was 78 when he died. Bad tickers killed ’em all by 57, and I seem to have inherited the gene for that. Whee! However, he lived a normal lifespan by staying active, managing his blood pressure, watching his weight, not smoking, etc., and I intend to do the same. But just to be on the safe side, I’m not crossing any streets or putting any forks in any sockets this evening.
Maybe I shouldn’t watch anything with jump-scares tonight, either, heh. Gotta say, I was more impressed than I thought I would be with the Exorcist prequel. Well, one of the Exorcist prequels. There are two, the same story told by two different directors. The one I watched last night was Exorcist: The Beginning. It got lousy reviews, but it creeped me out and the underground church was absolutely stunning in its horrific beauty so I’ll call it a win. I may try to find the other prequel, Dominion: Prequel to the Exorcist, just to compare the two.
So I tried those laundry detergent sheets yesterday, the ones that dissolve in the wash so that you don’t have to buy large plastic containers of detergent that is mostly water. They’re great, but there is one small problem: When they’re done doing their clothes-cleaning duty, they need to let go of the washer tub and go to the light.
Pareidolia is a brain phenomenon by which you see faces or patterns in things that are not really faces or patterns. Still, this gave me a start, boy howdy. Gives new meaning to the term “ghosts in the machine.”