That which was lost has been found. New mystery arose in the last few days. An electronic chirp would occasionally sound in the bedroom (which I seldom leave). The sort of chirp when a battery of a mobile phone is running down. The likeliest culprit was the cordless Panasonic on the windowsill. I replaced that with its twin, which no longer works adequately as the display is faded. They both seemed to function well otherwise, at least when charged. And they didn’t chirp.
I moved them out to the living room to eliminate the possibility. The chirping continued. It was coming from the vicinity of Moki’s credenza or tall oaken chest. I searched around. Some old piece of bicycle equipment? Is my FireTV in need of a battery? Anything?
The chirping continued, at :07 and :37 past the hour. It took me almost a day to work that out.
In the bottom drawer of the chest, the one I used for my underwear and hose for years, there was a Container Store plastic bin with old mobile phones and AC converters and Vodafone SIM card packages. Dead soldiers. I moved the bin to get it out of the way.
No chirping in the bedroom then. I checked that bin out in the living room. My Nokia candybar from c. 2007-2012 was lit up, telling me it had no SIM card. Well of course it didn’t. I had this old phone plugged in for months and months for some reason, then when I decided to move some shelving around last month, I unplugged it and put in the bin. (In the back of my mind I thought I might start using it again, as a sort of secret phone for special calls.) But it was still on now, and possibly the chirping culprit. Was it? I took it into the bedroom and looked at the clock and waited. At about 2:36 it chirped. Mystery solved. It should have been the most obvious answer. Why did it take me so long?
One discovery in that bottom drawer was a Buff from c. 2006 that I don’t think I ever wore. No branding beyond the Buff logo. I’d wondered what had become of this.
Just ate a bison burger on sourdough toast buttered with the butter I made the other day. Yesterday morning I went up to Whole Foods to pick up the ground bison and two pounds of coffee I’d ordered the night before. Yes, EBT purchases for pickup. Expensive coffee, bison and venison meat. The Death Wish coffee is seriously caffeinated, like coffee when you first start drinking it at 16. Mild euphoria, then racing thoughts. The Peet coffee is good too. These should last me a couple of weeks.
It is another cold day in June. I am wearing my thin black tights or leggings. It was raining today. I should be active today but am lazing away. That is the trouble with drinking a lot of coffee. Boosts me up then drops me. Wanted to do laundry and/or go to gym. Maybe in a couple of hours.
Missed mass yesterday…really just too fatigued. Napped and woke at a quarter to six in the evening. I’m getting to be like Moki. “Is it morning or evening?”
Reading Buckley book, and too much social media.
Cute AI illo I did last night with ChatGPT:
Tomorrow to Prospect Park, 2-10. Amenities with Tom Joyce. Still sort of pissed off about the whole thing.
