My tired old head has a semblance of a memory within or at least that is my understanding. I can't imagine how it does all it does, storing things without a conscious thought and then years later finding it in the blink of an eye among all the millions there and immediately putting it up front when you think for it.
Like anything else a fault can develop that might be only temporary or it can lose a stored memory forever. Also pulling one up several times over the years it is possible to sweeten it up just a little each time till a bad memory can turn out to be pretty good.
When I started this I only wanted to say that my memory is something like a cracked record or maybe it is a cracked record. Anyway, I thought about all through the years trying to find if I've ever been happy to see a 31 degree temperature but the old memory wasn't able to put one forth. Leaves me unable to say for sure that I haven't but I was damn glad to see it here yesterday morning.
It doesn't take that teen, sub-teen or subzero crap to stick a useless large wish foremost in your mind. So large that it could disrupt and interfere with a lot of other things you might want to give attention to. Tho I have noticed that a freer mind hasn't helped much with the note.
Hum, looks like I have again successfully typed up a fair sized pile of nothing.
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"If at first you don't succeed; you are running about average." - M. H. Alderson
About Me
Thursday, December 30, 2010
12/20
A nice but cold day we were having yesterday when dusk began infiltrating, preparing our little nook of the world for darkness which messed with our day pretty much as it does most days about this time of year. It seems like the lessening of natural light allows some of the enthusiasm for the day to evaporate. As it leaves it somehow mellows a person which turns grins into yawns and strong thoughts of a fully reclined position begins to dominate. It usually doesn't take long for it to become strong enough to put your body to bed.
I've noticed as I've aged that my eyesight can be tricked into passing the message to my in head decider that it is dark when it may not be. This can cause the decider to have me in bed quite a bit before real time dark and it happens more often than I want to admit. This problem does allow me to wake fairly early which is my most favorite time of the day, followed closely by the going to bed event.
As most folks there are times when Glenda says she doesn't feel all that great. She had one of those times just the other day. I can't see too much wrong with her but how she might feel is a different matter. Not that I don't try to slip in a feel after she goes to sleep but that darn Mikey begins to growl when I do which wakes her before I can get a true feel of things. He never voices any concern when I scratch an itch on my body so how does he know that I'm not trying to scratch an itch on Glenda? I'm thinking the change in my breathing might be his clue.
These missives that I refer to as a n-o-t-e might only be an acronym as in, No Opinion Truthfully Expressed or maybe, Nothing Obviously To Envy. I don't know! Just trying to write something using my sick and unbalanced mind as my guide. I don't care how wild the ride the sick thing takes me on, I want to hold on and stay mounted for as long as I can. Yeah, I know there are those who might think that I was bucked off a long time ago but I'd rather think it's because everyone's ride is not necessarily the same. Yee Ha! Ride'um cowboy/girl.--------------------------------------------------------------------
"Folks ride to and fro upon tigers which they dare not dismount. And with age the old tigers begin getting hungry." -Anon
I've noticed as I've aged that my eyesight can be tricked into passing the message to my in head decider that it is dark when it may not be. This can cause the decider to have me in bed quite a bit before real time dark and it happens more often than I want to admit. This problem does allow me to wake fairly early which is my most favorite time of the day, followed closely by the going to bed event.
As most folks there are times when Glenda says she doesn't feel all that great. She had one of those times just the other day. I can't see too much wrong with her but how she might feel is a different matter. Not that I don't try to slip in a feel after she goes to sleep but that darn Mikey begins to growl when I do which wakes her before I can get a true feel of things. He never voices any concern when I scratch an itch on my body so how does he know that I'm not trying to scratch an itch on Glenda? I'm thinking the change in my breathing might be his clue.
These missives that I refer to as a n-o-t-e might only be an acronym as in, No Opinion Truthfully Expressed or maybe, Nothing Obviously To Envy. I don't know! Just trying to write something using my sick and unbalanced mind as my guide. I don't care how wild the ride the sick thing takes me on, I want to hold on and stay mounted for as long as I can. Yeah, I know there are those who might think that I was bucked off a long time ago but I'd rather think it's because everyone's ride is not necessarily the same. Yee Ha! Ride'um cowboy/girl.--------------------------------------------------------------------
"Folks ride to and fro upon tigers which they dare not dismount. And with age the old tigers begin getting hungry." -Anon
12/17
My tired old head has a semblance of a memory within or at least that is my understanding. I can't imagine how it does all it does, storing things without a conscious thought and then years later in the blink of an eye finding it among all the millions there and immediately putting it up front when you think for it.
Like anything else a fault can develop that might be only temporary or it can lose a stored memory forever. Also pulling one up several times over the years it is possible to sweeten it up just a little each time till a bad memory can turn out to be pretty good.
When I started this I only wanted to say that my memory is something like a cracked record or maybe it is a cracked record. Anyway, I thought about all through the years trying to find if I've ever been happy to see a forecasted high of about a near 31* degree temperature but the old memory wasn't able to put one forth. Leaves me unable to say for sure that I haven't but I was damn glad to see it on TV last night.
It doesn't take that teen, sub-teen or subzero crap to stick a useless large wish foremost in your mind. So large that it could disrupt and interfere with a lot of other things you might want to give attention to. Tho, I have noticed that a freer mind hasn't helped much with the note.
Hum, looks like I have again successfully typed up a fair sized pile of nothing.
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"If at first you don't succeed; you are running about average." - M. H. Alderson
Like anything else a fault can develop that might be only temporary or it can lose a stored memory forever. Also pulling one up several times over the years it is possible to sweeten it up just a little each time till a bad memory can turn out to be pretty good.
When I started this I only wanted to say that my memory is something like a cracked record or maybe it is a cracked record. Anyway, I thought about all through the years trying to find if I've ever been happy to see a forecasted high of about a near 31* degree temperature but the old memory wasn't able to put one forth. Leaves me unable to say for sure that I haven't but I was damn glad to see it on TV last night.
It doesn't take that teen, sub-teen or subzero crap to stick a useless large wish foremost in your mind. So large that it could disrupt and interfere with a lot of other things you might want to give attention to. Tho, I have noticed that a freer mind hasn't helped much with the note.
Hum, looks like I have again successfully typed up a fair sized pile of nothing.
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"If at first you don't succeed; you are running about average." - M. H. Alderson
12/16
After I wake, open my eyes and prior to arising, I blink a few times while the realization that the good Lord has granted me another day soaks into my still muddled mind. While still lying there I say a small prayer with 'THANK YOU GOD' being the hub. After accomplishing the getting up feat I usually feel the need to pause for an addendum to the prayer and ask for His help in enabling my old, over used, overweight, creaky and achy body to carry me thru the fine day that He has seen fit to bless me with. Grunts and groans, partly caused by the bones, will never be that which kills me.
First thing this morning I made a terrible mistake. Things haven't been going too well with Glenda's mom so she and brother Bob have been doing what they can to make things better. My bad was trying to check a recorded message after flipping through all the received calls. I did this just after 4:00 this morning. I messed up on my first attempt to call our number and it rang somewhere else. I hung up and tried a second time which was a successful call to our number. We found out at 4:11 whose phone we rang. Bob was on the line Bob checking with us the reason for his early morning call. Because of the problem with mom I'm sure he was relieved to find out the call had been a mistake but........I think one can be a bit aggravated during a relieved period.
We have a little bit of slick here this morning causing a delay in the morning walk and probably a delay in the older, including Glenda, folks weekly bridge came. It's 31 degrees here at 7:30 and I don't expect the tiny little skim of slick to last very long at all.
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When you make a mistake, don't look back at it long. Take the reason of the thing into your mind and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power. -Hugh White
First thing this morning I made a terrible mistake. Things haven't been going too well with Glenda's mom so she and brother Bob have been doing what they can to make things better. My bad was trying to check a recorded message after flipping through all the received calls. I did this just after 4:00 this morning. I messed up on my first attempt to call our number and it rang somewhere else. I hung up and tried a second time which was a successful call to our number. We found out at 4:11 whose phone we rang. Bob was on the line Bob checking with us the reason for his early morning call. Because of the problem with mom I'm sure he was relieved to find out the call had been a mistake but........I think one can be a bit aggravated during a relieved period.
We have a little bit of slick here this morning causing a delay in the morning walk and probably a delay in the older, including Glenda, folks weekly bridge came. It's 31 degrees here at 7:30 and I don't expect the tiny little skim of slick to last very long at all.
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When you make a mistake, don't look back at it long. Take the reason of the thing into your mind and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power. -Hugh White
12/14
With all the computers and all the weather history contained, there has got to be a flip of a coin or a throw of a dart involved in picking the model that a weatherman chooses to run with. And as you might have noticed the closer a dreary gets to your area, the forecast most always changes and at times some of the changes are big time.
What would you suggest the chances of success of forecasting where a clump of several or maybe just one rain drop will hit the ground? Even with all the computers being fed things which I suppose would include wind velocity among many other things, to pinpoint the area of impact would be impossible. Might get within a mile or two if you revise the prediction just before they hit the ground. What a complicated job!
I've been thinking some this morning about the said possibility of measurable ice accumulation come Thursday. In my opinion it will probably not happen at all. First they are predicting from too far out in front of the possibility, tho I know it will be revised several times before the projected ice day.
Then too, if a weatherman forecasts a 50% chance of rain and is wrong 60% of the time what would be the real chances of rain? I believe that I've figured it out. You may say there is a 50% chance it won't rain just to scoot on by but you would be wrong according to my calculations.
If you say, that because the weather man is wrong 60% of the time, then it could be said that we have a 40% chance of him being right....Wrong again.
A 50% chance of rain made by a 60% of the time wrong person you would need to reduce the 50% chance of rain by 60% leaving only a 20% chance. After that one would need to subtract that from the 40% chance he might be correct, leaving you the real chance of the forecasted happening at only a 10%.
You can see at 10% they can't help but get it correct some of the time but look at the other 90% of the time they won't. Anyway, I've tried to think about how errors can work on either end, like none of the forecasted accumulation to many many times more than what they say, but my meager brain just isn't up to it.
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If the facts don't fit the theory, either change the facts or use percentages to prove the theory.~unknown
What would you suggest the chances of success of forecasting where a clump of several or maybe just one rain drop will hit the ground? Even with all the computers being fed things which I suppose would include wind velocity among many other things, to pinpoint the area of impact would be impossible. Might get within a mile or two if you revise the prediction just before they hit the ground. What a complicated job!
I've been thinking some this morning about the said possibility of measurable ice accumulation come Thursday. In my opinion it will probably not happen at all. First they are predicting from too far out in front of the possibility, tho I know it will be revised several times before the projected ice day.
Then too, if a weatherman forecasts a 50% chance of rain and is wrong 60% of the time what would be the real chances of rain? I believe that I've figured it out. You may say there is a 50% chance it won't rain just to scoot on by but you would be wrong according to my calculations.
If you say, that because the weather man is wrong 60% of the time, then it could be said that we have a 40% chance of him being right....Wrong again.
A 50% chance of rain made by a 60% of the time wrong person you would need to reduce the 50% chance of rain by 60% leaving only a 20% chance. After that one would need to subtract that from the 40% chance he might be correct, leaving you the real chance of the forecasted happening at only a 10%.
You can see at 10% they can't help but get it correct some of the time but look at the other 90% of the time they won't. Anyway, I've tried to think about how errors can work on either end, like none of the forecasted accumulation to many many times more than what they say, but my meager brain just isn't up to it.
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If the facts don't fit the theory, either change the facts or use percentages to prove the theory.~unknown
12/13
This wasn't the first time, and you would think I would learn, but this morning I once again was driven to my knees by a tiny tap to my elbow. Down there quick sweating and sopping. I must remember when carrying two full cups of coffee from the kitchen to the bedroom, keep the elbows tucked in! It is amazing how a person can carry full cups of anything without spilling a drop but let a third unwanted factor slip in and sloppy goes the game. It probably worked out for the better. Even tho I had said my morning prayers before alighting, finding myself on my knees seemed like an ideal position to pray again. I did add in a request during the prayer for forgiveness of some of the words that I had used right after the bumping/sloshing too.
Had a bowl of rather cool chili the other day. Even tho I had spiced it up with a lot of hot sauce it wasn't very warm but still pretty good. That does not come close to comparing to the rather cold chilly that we are experiencing today. It is like 3* here now with a wind Chill of 4* below zero. So cold that spicing it up with salt doesn't warm it enough to melt the ice. Now they are talking the possibility of measurable freezing ice around Thursday. Ugg!
They say that diversity is a huge contributor to character building. I can't help but believe that at my age most things are pretty well set but I suppose I could be wrong.
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The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.~Will Durant
Had a bowl of rather cool chili the other day. Even tho I had spiced it up with a lot of hot sauce it wasn't very warm but still pretty good. That does not come close to comparing to the rather cold chilly that we are experiencing today. It is like 3* here now with a wind Chill of 4* below zero. So cold that spicing it up with salt doesn't warm it enough to melt the ice. Now they are talking the possibility of measurable freezing ice around Thursday. Ugg!
They say that diversity is a huge contributor to character building. I can't help but believe that at my age most things are pretty well set but I suppose I could be wrong.
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The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.~Will Durant
12/12
Wow one; When we looked out this morning to a very white view in a 19 degree sitting. A lot of the white was moving around very fast being encouraged by a very stiff wind. Puts the wind chill around 0 to 1 degree.
Wow two; Even tho I'm a retired sales person, thankfully, I still have the health and ability to put out a pretty good snow job which will start a little later. This little chore is being made possible by Struebbe who has made his blade equipped ATV available.
Whoa one; Is the fact that Dory, using a bunch of her trillion wiles had convinced me to chauffeur she and our Truesdell friends to Booneville today. The jip joint is about 66 miles up the road and I was not looking forward to the windy drive. That was cancelled around 6:45 this morning.
Whoa two; Well, there are many woes to choose from. As I was running them thru the poor mind, wiles addled the process of trying to choose a number two. Then I realized I may have my whoa and wows inverted or at least the whoa could be miss-spelled.
I believe I've got it now, in the above the first should be the only wow while all the rest should be woes with whoa being only an accompanying wish. Ah heck! Even I don't know what I mean.
Human sacrifice isn't supposed to be practiced anymore but usually I feel that I've painfully participated in such, as I leave one of those gaming joints after losing my ass. Not going to miss that feeling today. Might miss the buffet some but I can get over that a lot easier than I could riding home sitting on the little left over chunk of my rear end.
Got my walk in, the road cleaned off and also the porches and walks here. Just noticed that I hadn't sent this message earlier so....whether you might want it or not..here it is.
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"It costs to be stupid. The stupider you are, the more it costs." - Sherrill Brown
Wow two; Even tho I'm a retired sales person, thankfully, I still have the health and ability to put out a pretty good snow job which will start a little later. This little chore is being made possible by Struebbe who has made his blade equipped ATV available.
Whoa one; Is the fact that Dory, using a bunch of her trillion wiles had convinced me to chauffeur she and our Truesdell friends to Booneville today. The jip joint is about 66 miles up the road and I was not looking forward to the windy drive. That was cancelled around 6:45 this morning.
Whoa two; Well, there are many woes to choose from. As I was running them thru the poor mind, wiles addled the process of trying to choose a number two. Then I realized I may have my whoa and wows inverted or at least the whoa could be miss-spelled.
I believe I've got it now, in the above the first should be the only wow while all the rest should be woes with whoa being only an accompanying wish. Ah heck! Even I don't know what I mean.
Human sacrifice isn't supposed to be practiced anymore but usually I feel that I've painfully participated in such, as I leave one of those gaming joints after losing my ass. Not going to miss that feeling today. Might miss the buffet some but I can get over that a lot easier than I could riding home sitting on the little left over chunk of my rear end.
Got my walk in, the road cleaned off and also the porches and walks here. Just noticed that I hadn't sent this message earlier so....whether you might want it or not..here it is.
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"It costs to be stupid. The stupider you are, the more it costs." - Sherrill Brown
12/10
Every morning we get we're thankful for it no matter what. And it doesn't take looking out the window or a long studious slab of thinking to come to that conclusion either. This morning we're looking at a warm sunny day with ultra cold day on the way. I think they are talking about it's arrival being sometime late tomorrow. They did take an accumulation of snow from the latest forecast changing it to a probable light dusting. We sure do hope the last word hangs true. This hope has a bit of extra strength to it because of a trip we have planned for Sunday and Monday. We'll find out if the joke was on us or not by Sunday morning. Trip or no trip, either way we win because one cannot live without hope. Even if that hope doesn't materialize it still serves a very useful purpose by carrying one happily along to the next of the thousands of hopes that come to each of us each day.
So for today a trip to Osage Beach is the talk. Glenda will pick up a few, 'we needs' while I go to have my hair cut. It's about time too! The last time it was cut was 3 months and 3 days ago.
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My way of joking is to tell the truth, It's the funniest joke in the world. — George Bernard Shaw
So for today a trip to Osage Beach is the talk. Glenda will pick up a few, 'we needs' while I go to have my hair cut. It's about time too! The last time it was cut was 3 months and 3 days ago.
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My way of joking is to tell the truth, It's the funniest joke in the world. — George Bernard Shaw
11/30
Man'o, I've walked long enough now that my calves have grown into young steers. The young seems to be happy down there and hasn't tried to go any higher but that damn steer part keeps trying to creep on up. I'll fight that hand and fist if I have to!
One of the reasons I seldom have anything new to type is because the high cost of auto juice keeps us pretty close to home. We are a pretty poor, jobless and parsimonious couple that hope not to run out of money before we run out of our own gas. We can pretty well track the cash but no way to tell about the other.
Even if we don't get around much I have oodles and gobs of memories to draw from. Yep, don't have a bad memory in my head. If it is a memory, it is of a thing past and dealt with in some fashion leaving me still here and happy so it can't be bad. Or can it?
I just know I have a lot of memories stored up there but for some reason I can't pull up many that might be of interest to you to type about. In truth, I have so much stored that it is a chore to sort anything out. Oodles and gobs probably make some sense to you now huh? Or it could be that a few of my 100 billion neurons are getting too old or over used to fire correctly.
http://health.howstuffworks.com/human-body/systems/nervous-system/human-memory.htm
In the past, many experts were fond of describing memory as a sort of tiny filing cabinet full of individual memory folders in which information is stored away. Others likened memory to a neural supercomputer wedged under the human scalp. But today, experts believe that memory is far more complex and elusive than that -- and that it is located not in one particular place in the brain but is instead a brain-wide process.
Our brains are made of approximately 100 billion nerve cells, called neurons. Neurons have the amazing ability to gather and transmit electrochemical signals -- they are something like the gates and wires in a computer.
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A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.. Elbert Hubbard
One of the reasons I seldom have anything new to type is because the high cost of auto juice keeps us pretty close to home. We are a pretty poor, jobless and parsimonious couple that hope not to run out of money before we run out of our own gas. We can pretty well track the cash but no way to tell about the other.
Even if we don't get around much I have oodles and gobs of memories to draw from. Yep, don't have a bad memory in my head. If it is a memory, it is of a thing past and dealt with in some fashion leaving me still here and happy so it can't be bad. Or can it?
I just know I have a lot of memories stored up there but for some reason I can't pull up many that might be of interest to you to type about. In truth, I have so much stored that it is a chore to sort anything out. Oodles and gobs probably make some sense to you now huh? Or it could be that a few of my 100 billion neurons are getting too old or over used to fire correctly.
http://health.howstuffworks.com/human-body/systems/nervous-system/human-memory.htm
In the past, many experts were fond of describing memory as a sort of tiny filing cabinet full of individual memory folders in which information is stored away. Others likened memory to a neural supercomputer wedged under the human scalp. But today, experts believe that memory is far more complex and elusive than that -- and that it is located not in one particular place in the brain but is instead a brain-wide process.
Our brains are made of approximately 100 billion nerve cells, called neurons. Neurons have the amazing ability to gather and transmit electrochemical signals -- they are something like the gates and wires in a computer.
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A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.. Elbert Hubbard
11/29
Blowing and burning has pretty well left us here in a leafless station over the sill. Looking out the window is a bare-assed looking world I'm telling you, we kinda live on a hill but don't live in a mansion and life here isn't loveless. Couple more little tiny bunches of nothing and I be satisfied enough to hit send.
Dory has about made up her mind to have me put up several strings of colored or flashing lights around the house like we used to do. Can you call them Christmas lights anymore?
Older is when you begin to realize Christmas isn't about all the giving and receiving of gifts and never should have been. With problems like that unplugged from your socket the real reason is left exposed, the commemoration of the birth of Christ.
I'm not sorry to say, but you'll not find any presents laying under our tree and as far as that goes Dory has about decided against having a tree at all. We still enjoy the season and eat like a pig but priorities do change. When you don't have any children's minds to beguile by the gift giving, while the real meaning of Christmas is ignored or slotted way, way low, you don't have all the fuss and the end guilty conscious feelings. Wrong gift, not enough gifts or allowing the real meaning to only sidle in if at all.
Many people send cards to relatives, friends and even a few distant acquaintances, usually making the sending of cards a long drawn out affair as you attempt to write a short note or not and address all those envelopes. I'm fighting Dory a little bit over this sending thing. We think of you, we wish you happy times all the time and that would include the new year. Would it upset you if you didn't receive an envelope with our return address containing a card that you probably wouldn't have the time to read anyway? Nothing or something, watch your mail to realize the winner.
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Remember this December, that love weighs more than gold!~Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon
Dory has about made up her mind to have me put up several strings of colored or flashing lights around the house like we used to do. Can you call them Christmas lights anymore?
Older is when you begin to realize Christmas isn't about all the giving and receiving of gifts and never should have been. With problems like that unplugged from your socket the real reason is left exposed, the commemoration of the birth of Christ.
I'm not sorry to say, but you'll not find any presents laying under our tree and as far as that goes Dory has about decided against having a tree at all. We still enjoy the season and eat like a pig but priorities do change. When you don't have any children's minds to beguile by the gift giving, while the real meaning of Christmas is ignored or slotted way, way low, you don't have all the fuss and the end guilty conscious feelings. Wrong gift, not enough gifts or allowing the real meaning to only sidle in if at all.
Many people send cards to relatives, friends and even a few distant acquaintances, usually making the sending of cards a long drawn out affair as you attempt to write a short note or not and address all those envelopes. I'm fighting Dory a little bit over this sending thing. We think of you, we wish you happy times all the time and that would include the new year. Would it upset you if you didn't receive an envelope with our return address containing a card that you probably wouldn't have the time to read anyway? Nothing or something, watch your mail to realize the winner.
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Remember this December, that love weighs more than gold!~Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon
11/24
I do believe that mother nature has the sheets this morning! Pretty rainy here at this time. The first sheet of rain came around 1:35 a.m. and since, a couple more has covered us quickly, then gone. I think we had about three short sheets accompanied by some thunder and lightning then things slowed down to a steady light rain. At 4:40 we had received a little over 1/2 inch. Who knows what is next.
It is good that the rain is here now while it is 41*. Tonight the low is expected to be down to 29* and tomorrow's high around 39*. But, the forecast for Thursday night is a temperatures of around 18 degrees. I don't need a big reason but the cold and being retired should suffice to allow me to sit for long spells in the old recliner without a hint of nagging guilt.
I had a flash of sadness awhile ago. As I looked out the window the little rivulets of rain interrupted my view and as my focus changed to some of them, I was reminded of tears. Tears are usually for sad occasions but as I struggled with the feeling, the knowledge that tears are sometimes shed at very happy times too, came to bare. Whew! After all that I've ended up somewhere in the middle. That middle is probably the normal state for most of us.
As I sure you can see I've still nothing worthwhile to type so I'm going to quit fighting it this morning.
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The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.~John Milton
It is good that the rain is here now while it is 41*. Tonight the low is expected to be down to 29* and tomorrow's high around 39*. But, the forecast for Thursday night is a temperatures of around 18 degrees. I don't need a big reason but the cold and being retired should suffice to allow me to sit for long spells in the old recliner without a hint of nagging guilt.
I had a flash of sadness awhile ago. As I looked out the window the little rivulets of rain interrupted my view and as my focus changed to some of them, I was reminded of tears. Tears are usually for sad occasions but as I struggled with the feeling, the knowledge that tears are sometimes shed at very happy times too, came to bare. Whew! After all that I've ended up somewhere in the middle. That middle is probably the normal state for most of us.
As I sure you can see I've still nothing worthwhile to type so I'm going to quit fighting it this morning.
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The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.~John Milton
12/23
After I wake, open my eyes and prior to arising, I blink a few times while the realization that the good Lord has granted me another day soaks into my still muddled mind. While still lying there I say a small prayer with 'THANK YOU GOD' being the hub. After accomplishing the getting up feat I usually feel the need to pause for an addendum to the prayer and ask for His help in enabling my old, over used, overweight, creaky and achy body to carry me thru the fine day that He has seen fit to bless me with. Grunts and groans, partly caused by the bones, will never be that which kills me.
First thing this morning I made a terrible mistake. Things haven't been going too well with Glenda's mom so she and brother Bob have been doing what they can to make things better. My bad was trying to check a recorded message after flipping through all the received calls. I did this just after 4:00 this morning. I messed up on my first attempt to call our number and it rang somewhere else. I hung up and tried a second time which was a successful call to our number. We found out at 4:11 whose phone we rang. Bob was on the line Bob checking with us the reason for his early morning call. Because of the problem with mom I'm sure he was relieved to find out the call had been a mistake but........I think one can be a bit aggravated during a relieved period.
We have a little bit of slick here this morning causing a delay in the morning walk and probably a delay in the older, including Glenda, folks weekly bridge came. It's 31 degrees here at 7:30 and I don't expect the tiny little skim of slick to last very long at all.
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When you make a mistake, don't look back at it long. Take the reason of the thing into your mind and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power. -Hugh White
First thing this morning I made a terrible mistake. Things haven't been going too well with Glenda's mom so she and brother Bob have been doing what they can to make things better. My bad was trying to check a recorded message after flipping through all the received calls. I did this just after 4:00 this morning. I messed up on my first attempt to call our number and it rang somewhere else. I hung up and tried a second time which was a successful call to our number. We found out at 4:11 whose phone we rang. Bob was on the line Bob checking with us the reason for his early morning call. Because of the problem with mom I'm sure he was relieved to find out the call had been a mistake but........I think one can be a bit aggravated during a relieved period.
We have a little bit of slick here this morning causing a delay in the morning walk and probably a delay in the older, including Glenda, folks weekly bridge came. It's 31 degrees here at 7:30 and I don't expect the tiny little skim of slick to last very long at all.
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When you make a mistake, don't look back at it long. Take the reason of the thing into your mind and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power. -Hugh White
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