Late mid-morning. Carol finished up the rest of the grass to be mowed and is presently checking her flowerbeds. You cleaned off the mower and put the car away and thanked her again for mowing before the rains come.
I can see the conclusion of yesterday’s post and notice that I wrote “Supper and Panera” but meant “Supper at Panera”. These are careless mistakes I should not be making. I look over the post, but I should be treating like my Master’s Thesis of so long ago and read each posting backward to better catch errors.
That didn’t work either if you remember correctly. Patti Pringle (legal secretary at the time) typed your final draft, as you were allowed no corrections via whiteout or by other means.
That’s true. I paid Patti. It was a nightmare trying to type a perfectly scripted page without corrections let alone more than another hundred and fifty or so. Thank goodness for word processor programs.
One of your long time wishes is for machinery to be attached to your head and for it to run though every thought (conscious and unconscious) you have for a full twenty-four hour period. You think it would be fun and that most other people would find it fun also if they put on the machinery for a full twenty-four hours.
It would be a real learning experience; an enlightenment for each person to do this, to read what’s really going on in herorhis head, especially if the machinery also transcribed the audio input and output of the person’s immediate environment. What humor could be found, what typography that would be needed to be analyzing and scripting several thoughts moving so quickly it would be within a second of real time. Maybe the machinery could also distinguish between brain and mind thoughts in real time. I imagine it might take weeks for computers to organize and refine the twenty-four hours. And, what if the machinery registered thoughts or grammatical or numerical patterns that were ‘outside’ from real Betweeners conversing or doing whatever Betweeners do socially or otherwise as far as thought is concerned. Whoa! That would be so cool.
You have a bath to take and exercises to do, boy. Imaginary reality can wait. Post. - Amorella
You are thinking, I wonder if I can copyright the machinery concept above. That might make a good novel. - Amorella
I am. Why do I do that when I don't have the gumption to ever follow through with such a plot line. It is just fun to think about such scenarios.
Late lunch at Penn Station – you split a large chicken teriyaki and medium fry as almost always. Errands to run – a couple banks and who knows what else. Earlier you got in your forty minutes of modified aerobics – Carol caught up on ironing and her bank statement balances. Huntington Bank is across the street from Graeters so you are wondering what Carol’s plan is after switching banks for a better CD rate, something you would hardly, if ever, consider.
Home. You are both sitting on the front porch, Carol reading Blowback with you wondering how you can improve your typing stance with a gadget, a lightweight tripod of sorts; one that will hold the MacAir. You have a table down in the woods and one on the deck but this time of day, mid-afternoon, there is sun.
After about an hour checking for a mobile adjustable tray laptop computer stands online you gave up, put the pillow and portable laptop tray on the top of the drink stand beside you and lo and behold, it fits. You have a modified stand. The cost, nothing. – Amorella
The MacAir sets at a comfortable height too, while I am sitting on the rot iron lawn chair. One would have thought I would have tried that first. Alas, my ‘use’ of intelligence is forever elusive.
Almost time for the national news, boy. Later, dude, then again, maybe not. Post - Amorella
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