Up at mid-morning. Breakfast and the paper. Carol had already cleaned the driveways of a half inch of snow. Presently she is readying herself for the monthly BART lunch (Blue Ash Retired Teachers). Last night you researched and found you could upgrade and max out an eleven inch Air with an extra two hundred dollars via Amazon. That would make it fourteen hundred dollars and you will still have three hundred left.
I have the idea in my head that this will be my last computer so why not beef up the guts. I have rearranged my present screen to about the size of the Air and everything I have on the screen already, fits.
I woke up earlier, the cat was crying. I comforted her in the chair and fell back to sleep in the process. Strange dreams, not lucid exactly but certainly full color and depth. The first was ‘back in school’ and there was a parent night coming up and all my material was being displayed in the hallway. I couldn’t find my room (which was around the corner) and when I did there were no chairs or teacher’s desk, nothing was in the room. Mostly I was confused, being in a school where I presently did not exist. I assume it was the old Indian Hill High School where I taught from 1972-1984. It had that ‘flavor’ to the place. Evidently it was haunting me.
And, the second dream was a totally scene. Rolling spacious land with a farm house and a golf course across the street then behind the farm the land looked like Arizona with a canyon. I floated around sitting in what appeared to be a plastic saucer sled, it was like a flying carpet out of the Arabian Nights. I enjoyed the riding – skimming the ground, climbing up as high as a couple hundred feet. Then I skimmed down a canyon road to where it dead ended (there were mineral mines along the right side of the canyon wall, the left side was a drop off of several hundred feet. Orange rock walls – reminded me of the setting adventure in the Grand Canyon back in 1960. No heat or wind though. No sun either. Dream lit landscaping. Once at the dead end I drifted to the left off the cliff road and down several hundred feet and with shear will power ‘pulled’ the sled up those feet back to the road where I stood satisfied that I had accomplished the feat, that is where the dream ended as Carol received a phone call and the phone ringing woke me up. Both dreams had a few people in them, bit actors or stagehands if you will).
Confused memory episodes shaking themselves out, orndorff. Nothing more. – Amorella.
I tend to agree with you. I hadn’t thought that. Past anxieties and wish fulfillments. What makes such matters pop up I wonder.
Think of the mind and heart as living entities, sub-conscious’s with the soul as their skeleton and the brain/body as an exoskeleton. With this in mind imagine the skeleton pressuring the ‘meat of the matter’ against the exoskeleton. Sometimes (not in this instance) the skeleton scrapes the inner exoskeleton. Something akin to this. One of the complications of being human in my book. Post. – Amorella.
After a trip to the Apple store and talking with three different people you decided to order the Air 1.6 with four gigabits of RAM from Amazon. About a hundred dollars more than you first thought but you did not have to pay state tax so you saved about eighty dollars which you applied to the one hundred dollar upgrade for the 1.6 rather than the 1.4 processor. This may well be your last laptop so why not? – Amorella.
Yes. This will work. I spent some time online in the store and the smaller screen appears okay to me, plus push a button or twist your fingers and the text enlarges. I like the weight and style. It should work for me, and it should arrive within five days. Onsale is a brand on MacMall (Mac authorized re-seller) a wholly-owned subsidiary of PC Mall, Inc. that works directly with Amazon. As such I had to pay seven dollars for standard shipping. Still, overall, I feel I got my money’s worth, I hope so in any case.
Tomorrow you are taking the 2003 Honda Accord in for a timing belt replacement, then the car should be good to go for another hundred thousand miles.
It has been a good car so far. Nothing more than normal maintenance along the way and a new set of tires 30,000 miles ago.
After twenty-two hundred hours and you sit wondering about things, what they are you do not have a clue.
A bit embarrassing, but something’s running through in the background. If it has to do with the story can you tell me what it is?
What if it doesn’t have to do with the story?
I suppose, if it is not too personal for the blog.
Earlier I used the phrase “the meat of the matter” and you wonder if it means that in some ways, thought is matter, and you wonder how that could be. Light does not have mass and matter has mass. Thought is closer to light (in form) than to matter (substance). You think there is more to it, that the phrase, as I use it has more meaning, but it does not.
Humans have a tendency to make meaning out of a relative nothing. Light, however, allows for the creation of mass and thus matter to come about under particular conditions. Thought follows a similar path between an inner skeleton holding the soul and an outer one. A mental ‘heat’ as it were is created when the soul rubs against the mind. How is this? Why? These rubbings cause intellectual questions, boy. The heart rubbing against the soul causes heat in the emotions. That’s the way it generally plays out in here. Post. – Amorella.
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