Wednesday, July 27, 2022

The Rat, the Robot & Me

The Bay Area may be the only place in America that has escaped the heatwave that has most people sweltering. It’s actually been cold around here, with heavy fogs until Tuesday afternoon when it cleared for a bit.

On a lazy afternoon, I watched a fat rat slither along the fence outside my window — not a welcome sight. But then I was diverted by the small robot that cleans our house.

It slipped into my room through the open door and navigated around my one chair, the desk, the coffee table, the bed and all over the one small rug.

I have a very simple room and a fairly simple lifestyle. Perhaps the only remarkable thing about me is that I sort through the news headlines every day and share them with a lot of people.

Plus I tell stories.

Nothing in the news attracted me today enough to devote an essay to, although Liz Cheney running for President is a juicy topic. But I’m in a dreamy mood after having talked with a few friends. I can usually tell I that like a person the moment I meet them. 

Friends are my nourishment and the antidote to the loneliness of writing. I’ve published over 5,000 of these little online essays since 2006. I’ve also written a book answering questions about my life through Storyworth. It has 51 chapters and was in response to a request from my daughter. 

51 questions is a pretty lengthy interview in journalism or life— you might try it sometime. But the key to good interviews is simply listening to a person’s answers — in each of them you can find a lead to the next question.

Because of that, and considering it’s an entire life we’re talking about here, 51 isn’t so many questions after all. If each question covered a year, I’d still have 24 more to go. But one thing I almost never write about is my love life, real or imagined.

Maybe I’ll do that one day. It’s sure to be better than the rat, the robot, and the weather, plus it’s both hot and cold. 

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