Everyday,There are probably 5 or 6 times a day that I look at the computer and think that I have something meaningful to post on this blog. The actual thing that I want to write about immediately becomes something that “I have to do.” In my own personal experience I don’t ever want to “have to do” anything. If I “have to do” something, it’s already become a task or job, telling me I need to stop what I’m doing to take care of something else. Inside, this blog is very important to me. I’m a really piss poor example of a dedicated blog writer. That I already know. The thing is, I am a bottomless well of material to blog about. Within 15 min. of waking everyday I have taken an inventory of aches and pains, thoughts and reflections about where sleep took me and almost always some recollection of memory that comes out of nowhere. Oh I have plenty to blog about.
More to come…
Well, it’s a beautiful Monday morning here in South Florida. Truth be told it’s actually lunch time now but I’m finally getting to the point where I have to do something productive or the whole day just may end up in the crapper.
I had a late start this morning because of a nursing visit and some personal care related issues that required that I get out of bed a little early today. It was actually a good thing, because my computers in the Apple store with the dead power supply, so I haven’t had a computer for a couple of days. Normally, I have a cup of coffee in the morning while I read e-mail, check the weather, and glance at some headlines. But with the computer not around I sprung up into my chair and have been relegated to using my new iPad as my techno source du jour.
I can’t get over how these things have been woven into my life so seamlessly. Ever since I got my first Mac back in 1992 these things have become part of me. But with the computer gone, I barely miss a beat with the iPad.
Jayne reluctantly bought it for me for Christmas. I think she it as another toy, another game, one more thing to distract me from the things that I need to do. However, (even though that’s kind of what I saw it as) it has certainly turned into a welcome tool and a great filling for my now sick Mac. Anyway, back to what I was initially thinking.
Wait, what was I initially thinking?
How the hell do people write books about themselves? Telling stories of where they were and what they were doing, that’s one thing. How about sinking the pickax into your own gut and mining the bits for all the things that make you, you?! Who wants to do this? The first reason why I want to try is strictly monetary. I’m hoping that I can find a way to help support us in some fashion. The second reason, okay, there is no second reason. Not really anyway. I guess I feel cheated that I wasn’t able to make my mark in this world in some other fashion. Although, where I am is mainly due to decisions that I have made, I do feel that there was some kind of misalignment in the, chance, opportunity, luck machinery. The Fate thing, if you want to call it that. Anyway, things are the way they are and there’s probably a good chance my circumstances may allow me to make a mark in spite of myself.
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