Cloister Commentary, Day 225: A Respite from Fear

Our Halloween 2020: not scary–a respite from fear.

We opened our day with a rescheduled meeting with one of our financial advisors at a wonderful setting for a sit-down, Love Coffee. We are not farting through silk, but we’ve been taking time lately to get on top of everything important, as we’ve learned leaving such matters in disarray can be cruel to others. This particular gentleman is astute, thorough, clever, witty, and patient–as well as trustworthy and dedicated. Though we left the meeting, as usual, reminded of our not particularly “exceeds standards”-level investment literacy, also as usual we left smarter.

The afternoon was spent prepping for trick-or-treaters. We always try to create something. warm and inviting, even though this year we figured the turnout would be minimal. This year, we prepackaged little bags of treats and positioned them on a table at the end of the driveway, and manned it with our two skeleton surrogates, then set up ourselves about ten feet behind that with margaritas in hand and appropriate music (The Cramps, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Love, The Monks, The Nomads) quietly blasting from a Bluetooth speaker. We had around 25 kids–and a couple a-bit-too-old-for-candy-bags individuals–and dispensed with most of our candy. I hope they like Mexican candy, as each bag had a couple pieces.

Our COVID surrogates.

We closed up shop around nine, then snuggled up on the couch with a nightcap a piece and faded out to some spacey, obscure, poignant, and acoustic rock and roll which our dear friend The Wild Yankee Rover once hipped us to (see below). I love getting an extra hour in a day.

Streaming for Strivers:

The street-punk, New Yawk version of Rust Never Sleeps, sans band-crunch and “finished” toons.

Cloister Commentary, Day 117: I Can’t Live Without My Stereo

I would love to have left completely intact the 2003 Chevy Silverado I inherited from my father, but I cannot survive vehicularly with an AM/FM radio only. I just can’t. Thus, I had Tom at Auto Radio here in Columbia install a much more enhanced stereo in it and replace the factory speakers, which were about to turn to dust (Tom showed me). I selected the following discs to test the new system, adjust my EQ, and just cruise: Sonny Rollins’ Saxophone Colossus, Clipse’s Hell Hath No Fury, Al Green’s Call Me, Nighthawk Records’ Send I A Lion, and Johnny Thunders’ So Alone. By the way, big thumbs up to Auto Radio.

We had Louis in the dog hotel for our recent excursion to see my mom, and left him in an extra day to facilitate pure feline party pleasure. Our youngster Junior is really learning to enjoy being a lap cat, and now seems to like having his head, ears, and chin scratched. Now, if he’ll just rein back his tongue when he meows! He extends it fully in the process, which creates an incredibly grating whine.

Nicole and I finished Hulu’s The Great. If anything, it was too short. Bosch brought into the Streaming Age; also, many, many other parallels are evident.

Streaming for Strivers:

Do it for Johnny, man.