I was reading Daniel J. Boorstin’s book The Discoverers and he was talking about how many days there are in the average life. If you expect to live to be eighty years old then you should expect to live 29,200 days. If you divide that into weeks you have 4,160. If you divide that into months you have 960. It’s not a lot. As I’m getting older I’m becoming more aware of how little time I have in each day. Continuously contemplating the number of experiences I have room for is something I do regularly. I came up with the notion, while riding the bus today, that it may add some meaning to my days if I keep a record of them. It’ll give me something that I can look back on and see the different dimensions of my life as it was. And so here I am writing this journal.
My life is very stressful right now. I’m on felony probation, I’m living in a transition house, and I’m unemployed. I’ve essentially been homeless for four years living in shelters, jails and on sidewalks all over the western United States, drinking and drifting from city to city. In this blog I may go back and revisit some of those experiences and explain how I got there but right now I’d just like to write about today.
There are things I want to do. I want to write a book. I have an idea for a book about a cannibalistic cult that I’m going to get started on soon. I also want to travel once I’m off probation. I have a plan to fly to London and explore Great Britain next year.
Things I own:
- Box of Chamomile Tea
- Holy Bible
- Luther’s Small Catechism
- Nightmares and Dreamscapes by Stephen King
- A Simple Path by Mother Teresa
- Alcoholics Anonymous (“The Big Book”)
- At Home by Bill Bryson
- Going Rouge by Betsy Reed (Yes I spelled that right. It’s a book about Sarah Palin that I bought when I was drunk.)
- The Americans: The Colonial Experience by Daniel J. Boorstin
- Escaping Your Prison (This crazy book for a “Moral Recognition Therapy” class I have to take)
- Pile of my mother’s CDs (which I intended to rip to my hard drive but only ripped about a dozen of)
- Green backpack
- Nunn Bush Hiking shoes
- Eddie Bauer Winter jacket
- 13” Mid 2012 MacBook Pro
- Some shitty headphones
- iPhone 6s
- Broken iPhone 5c
- Casio W-217H digital watch
- Tobacco pipe
- Pack of Smoker’s Choice Blue cigars
- Few T-shirts
- Few pairs of pants
- Few sweaters
- Detroit Lions winter hat
- Some hygiene products
- Black leather wallet (that I stole in high school)
- Some change
That’s about it really.
Chamomile tea, as you may know, is a great way to end the night. I have a cheap box of Chamomile from Save a Lot and have made a habit of drinking it every night before I put on Interlochen Public Radio and fall asleep.