Three more weeks of summer...

So, just some thoughts.

• RIP Jimmy Buffett. Would not have expected to dwell on his passing today (actually yesterday, 9/1/2023). There is an uneasy connection between parrotheads and tiki fans. Parrotheads really are more in it for the unadulterated hedonism, I think, and they cross a line that kinda repulses me. Maybe I'm too serious about it. But at its most basic and superficial, we all love rum drinks, tropical escapes, and having a good, relaxing time. And Jimmy made a hell of a great life of it. Super savvy businessman, too...his assets even outdid Bruce Springsteen's at the time of...well, at least 2016, and he nearly had doubled them to $1B before he died. You don't do that while simply wasting away in Margaritaville. Anyhow, here was my tribute to him from a few years back. Where he goes I hope there's rum. Speaking of rum...
• Pumpkin spice latte season! It's September, so out come the pumpkin spice lattes, the apple crisps and bundt cakes, and...yeah. All while it's...*checks thermometer*...still regularly in the 90s, sunny, and dry. Sorry, y'all. For me, those can wait until it's time to break out the scarves and mittens. I'm going to keep enjoying my summer-themed tropical drinks for at least a few weeks longer. Especially since this summer has been a bit cooler and wetter than usual. Normally I'd be chomping at the bit to start fall, but for once, I'm okay letting summer stick around while I enjoy another planter's punch or Tradewinds or mai tai or jungle bird.
• Brain slosh. I have a hard time writing nowadays. Can't get the brain engaged. A while back, I tweeted about how I both enjoyed reading the poignant memoir Crying in H Mart and bemoaned the fact that I didn't think I'd be able to write a memoir at this point. To write takes a pretty strong effort these days. Even something as vapid as this. But I think I need to write on a more regular basis to keep the brain working. Here, on paper, wherever...it just needs to happen.
• Disappointment. I think I tend to be more down nowadays, looking around and wondering "why can't I be like that?" I've always had that tendency, just feeling out of place and envying the ones who are in their element and always happy. I wonder if it's more of a mood than a situation. I mean, I'm now 48, and have a hard time imagining finding, once and for all, "my people." Some people find their people at such an early age, and my friends, that is a great foundation for a successful and happy life. I'm not sure how to do that. I think some of it is just "find what you want to do, then find the people who will help you do it." And those are those people. So maybe I just need to get on with living life the way I want to live, and find the people who will help me live it that way. I bet I've been trying to do this backwards.
• Occult-ish things. You've seen my posts on tarot this year. I've also had what I feel is a bit of very, very minimal ability to feel into the future and predict it a tiny bit. Yeah, that's my bent. Am I a bit witchy? I'd say so. One could say there are a lot of jobs or careers that could be perfect for witches, but being a naturopathic doctor has to be way, way high on that list. I never considered that possibility before, oh, a few years ago, but man, there is a lot that fits a witchy lifestyle.