The Crud III: Near the End (Hopefully)

Last night, I did something I probably haven’t done since I was like 5 or so. I went to bed at 8:30. And I did so voluntarily without anyone else telling me I should. I was that tired.

This latest incarnation of The Crud doesn’t make me feel sick or icky. I just feel extremely sleepy most of the time. Hence, the early bed time.

I woke up this morning feeling 500% better. Not all the way cured, but much closer.

I attended the Sunday gathering of my church (because after this weekend, I refuse to say that I go to church since the church isn’t a place but a body of believers).

Afterwards, I browsed all sorts of retro stuff at Pre to Post Modern. I had some fantastic vegetarian pho at Peace, Love and, Pho. I did some quality music hunting at Grimey’s.

I capped the day off with community group, followed by fellowship and dinner at Hwy 55. It was a good day.

All that said, I’m still not completely cured. I still have a lingering cough, and I’m not exactly ready to go out and run that 5K race just yet.

Oh, and Peanut the cat says hi. Or she probably would if she weren’t curled up next to me, asleep and completely oblivious to everything. At the moment, she looks more like the tiny kitten that I rescued way back in June.

My health may not be picture perfect, but I did manage to wake up this morning and the part of my brain that tells me when I need to pee still works, so I call that a win.

Good night, sports fans.

 

Vintage Love

Today, I went into a retro store called Pre to Post Modern and picked up a 1965 Admiral transistor clock radio. I was drawn to it in the first place because it looks like something out of a Mad Men episode.

The older I get, the more I’m drawn to all things retro and vintage. I’m all about old movies, old music, old books . . . if it’s old, I’m probably a fan. Maybe it’s because I’m “vintage” myself. I also happen to drive a very vintage 1997 Jeep Cherokee that is still very much styling.

I think I’m drawn to vintage because they have survived the ravages of time and are still around. Like me. Like my Jeep.

I also think that I’m a fan of vintage values, like honoring your commitments and staying true to your word, even when it costs you something. I’m a fan of good manners and good grammar, two things that are rapidly becoming extinct in the age of social media and instant gratification.

I think I’m drawn to vintage and retro because it connects me with people I’ve loved who are gone. It takes me back to a simpler (and in many ways better) time when the pace of life was slower and people seemed to be more content and not in such a hurry.

I also have my grandfather’s old tube radio that used to sit in his garage. He listened to it when he was tinkering with projects or just puttering around. I love the fact that while it may have some wear and tear on it, it’s something that he held in his hands and that brought him joy. That makes my heart happy.

I can’t imagine too much of today’s technology still being around 50 years from now. Everything’s disposable and obsolete within one or two years. Does that make me sound like an old fart?