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Odds and Ends No. 19

My lunch the other day is much
like the one for today. Maybe a
different cheese, but bologna is

still my standard lunch fare, if
you must know. I had made the
tea thinking it would stave off

hunger so I could eat later. I was
hoping to lunch later because I
didn’t want to eat before my

MRI of the brain at five. The
neck was added but they told me
they needed clarification from the

doctor’s office as the work order
was not clear as written. So, I
will have to come back next week.

Anyway, I decided to eat lunch
after I had made the tea. Hence,
my cover on the tea. If you think

my placeholder on the book is iron,
you are correct. It is a piece of iron
rod for concrete. Great paperweight.

It is impossible to eat lunch, drink
tea, and hold a book down at the
same time. (Possible, but annoying.)

(The photo is not an art form; it is
a blog aid, to help explain lunch.)
And yes, I did have radishes today;

added a few green olives. Swiss, no
provolone. Few variations. It could
have been coffee instead of tea, but

our Friday Wally coffee was so good
for breakfast we finished it. “Hi, your
car will be ready in about a half hour.”

The call we were waiting for. We made
another stop on our way to get the car.
We had to make sure her new Square

was working with her old phone and
her WiFi at her other work. Worked
fine. Pulled into the car repair. (Rush

hour traffic starts early on Friday’s.)
Now, why did I tell you all that? So you
know we took our time getting there.

“Where’s the car? I don’t see it.”

I didn’t see it either. I spotted a white
car, hood up, on a lift in the first bay.
Not ready it would seem. She elected

to stay in the car. I walked in. I listened.
For a number of good reasons, it would
be about another hour or so. I said no

problem; be right back. I walked back
outside to let her know. She left in my
car; I went back in to wait it out. Not

sure why but I keep on going back to
Trello. I can’t afford to subscribe. But
something inside is telling me to give

it another try. A voice really. I was
dreaming about Trello as I awakened
this morning. Boards were popping

in my head. My military mind said,
“This is not a drill.” I had six boards
made in under an hour this morning.

I cannot afford the bells and whistles.
I have to be creative in my design.
So, there I sat waiting for the car. No

book, no paper, only my phone. It
was Trello time. So, in between chats
(face-to-face, real talking with real

people) with the staff, I came up with
workarounds so I don’t need to use
“Power-Ups” to get my work done.

One power-up per board is okay; over
that, you have to subscribe. I can’t now.
Maybe someday if Trello works out for

me. Download your data? No-pay means
JSON; pay means CSV. Not too cool. Do
I really want to do this? I mean, store

all my data, tools, projects, references,
and you name it and have to pay to get
the data out again? Am I nuts? What

seemed like a great idea this morning
has turned into a “test” period. Some
days, I want to trash it all and return

to “manual’ methods, e.g., by-hand, Day
Timer, or a Moleskine bullet list in pencil.
The world has us in a strangle hold! We

are all the walking dead, walking around
with electronic nooses around our necks.
Did I waste another two hours of my life

today? Time will tell. Thank God, there
is no time in eternity, electronic or
otherwise. Go back to “The Source.”

Categories: Poetry

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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