hello

The writing habit persists. I usually scribble sweet stupids on scrap paper or cardboard. I'm tired of TV and I need to output instead of intake. Work-from-home kills social skills but the words and thoughts still fizz outta the soda can Anne. If I told you how old I am you'd be shocked. It take a senior citizen longer to grip the tech, but the data is still the data. I'm still halfway between the people who care and those who truncate and insert in an indifferent manner. I wish more hellos 👋

Lake Marion Boat Ramp Florida

The humans continue to confuse me.

I made it I guess.

...all those times when I wished I could just get through ______ blah blah...(whatever it was). I remember having that thought so often, "If I can just get through this next...few days...few weeks...months. Whatever the particular stressful time span or stressful thing was: the obstacle, the trouble, the deadline, the upcoming scary event, the whatever.

I guess I got through. I'm sitting here typing about it. I'm not dead or dying. I'm not jobless or homeless. I guess I'm okay.

I don't even remember very well what any of those things were that I hoped I would get through. They are sooooo past.

Maybe I didn't get through. Maybe the damage was done. Maybe if I had gotten through whatever it was with a little more success, I'd have a 'better existence' right now. Who knows?

Proof that I'm Not Crazy (almost)

I used to hear bagpipe music at lunch time somewhere in the neighborhood around work. This is the kind of thing that could make somebody wonder whether they're going crazy. I don't really care whether I'm crazy or not. But, when I finally actually saw this person playing bagpipes, it kind of solidified my sense of reality. And it's pretty cool other than that too. Too bad I didn't get a closer shot. She really is there, playing the bagpipe, I swear!

Shunryu Suzuki Roshi