Poke!

Got my vaccination Monday. (Being over 55 can have its advantages!) There was hardly any waiting and I didn't even have to fill a form; they just asked me questions.  But I did feel woozy the next day so I couldn't contribute much to our yard work.  The next project is my taxes.

I got my replacement glasses the other week, so now I'm watching One Piece with subtitles again.  But after the superb Water Seven-Enies Lobby story, the gothic Thriller Bark story is a bit of a letdown. (Lots of scenes of them screaming and running away from zombies...)

Last week my History Meetup discussed Tibet.  I'm now reading a book about Brazil's history for next month's event.  Tonight my watch party showed William Dieterle's The Life of Emile Zola about the Dreyfus scandal. (It got better as it went along.)

I'm also reading Huckleberry Finn for the fifth or sixth time for my book club.  I still notice new things in it.  Where a conventional author would write "She gave her a terrible scolding," Mark Twain writes (through Huck's voice) "She gave her hark from the tomb"!

Last night I had an unusually clear dream where I went to a role-playing group hosted by my shrink meeting in a room in a big library, and that the library burnt to the ground because of a suicide bomber, but we managed to escape.

I've been watching a series of videos on YouTube's Primitive Survival Life channel with this Malay woman building huts and wells and things in the jungle out of bamboo and mud, apparently by herself.  It's mostly accompanied by soothing new age piano music.