Frustration and powerlessness are possible to cope with in fine weather and a full blue moon. There was sunshine and warmth for two days, but next week it will rain again, and hats and scarves again.
By chance I walked past the neighborhood where I once lived—maybe ten years ago. I didn’t think or feel anything or have any sort of visceral response to being back there; I couldn’t remember anything about the area other than the buildings. I don’t remember that Groening thing in the cement (that’s outside of a school), but I liked it, so I took a picture of it. I have walked so many miles in the last few days and my feet hurt, but it’s healthy to walk, and complaining in writing seems weak and too formal anyway, and buying a car is never going to happen.
I flunked capitalism. Or it failed me. I may have to move. The weather really has been superb, though.